A Horse Named Buddy

Micah:  It's too hot and humid to move so it's just us tonight - you and me. I think it would be fun to start your weekend off with a smile, so I'll tell you a story.

It was a desolate area where the out of town motorist drove his car into a ditch.  A local farmer came to rescue him with a big strong horse named Buddy.

What are you doing here, Buddy?  I'm telling a story.

Buddy:  I heard my name.  Is it possible I'm related to this horse named Buddy?

Micah:  Somehow I doubt it! 

To continue, he hitched Buddy to the car and yelled, "Pull, Nellie, pull!:  Buddy didn't move.

Buddy:  Who's Nellie?

Micah:  You'll find out.

He then hollered, "Pull, Buster, pull!"  and Buddy still didn't move.

Buddy:  I don't know who Buster is, but do you think Buddy could have been old and arthritic?

Micah:  Why don't you wait until I'm finished to ask questions?

And Buddy didn't move when the farmer yelled, "Pull, Coco, pull!" 

Buddy:  I'm starting to think this farmer has a touch of dementia.  He can't even remember his horse is named Buddy.

Micah:  No, he doesn't have dementia.

Finally, the farmer said, "Pull, Buddy, pull,"  and Buddy dragged the car from the ditch.

Buddy:  See, we guys named Buddy are very sensitive to being called by the wrong name.  We're very strong and hard-working too.

Micah:  And modest, don't forget modest.

Buddy:  So why did the farmer call Buddy by the wrong name three times?

Micah:  As the farmer explained to the grateful motorist, "Buddy is blind, and if he thought he was the only one pulling, he wouldn't even try."

Buddy:  I don't get it.  I thought Buddy was the only one pulling.

Micah:  Wake me when you figure it out.


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