Last night I dreamed that we got a new pet. A horse. Except it was a micro-horse, about the size of a hamster. It loved to gallop across the floor and jump into my hands. I was a little concerned about how manageable a pet it would be once it grew to full horse size.

Since this was one of my dreams, obviously the horse could speak too. I decided that eventually it would need to be an outdoor pet, so I’d better tell it about man’s relationship with horses so that it wouldn’t be surprised. I had just finished telling it about horseless carriages, and was trying to decide how to approach the topic of horse racing, when I woke up.

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