In the Village
Original Cartoon humour
Hanging On
“Let’s keep going,” I said, and we carried on up the hill and across a large paddock toward a gravel lane. On the lane we saw a couple of young ladies on horseback, going for a light hack, and, of course, along with them were the requisite KerDoodles. This was a little different, though, in that there was a third who apparently wanted to go with them, but for whom it seemed there was no room. We watched this for a little while, and listened to the barking back-and-forth between the KerDoodles, and couldn’t help but stand there and smile.
“Just life as a KerDoodle,” smiled Clive. “Basically, we like hanging out with you human-types.”
I smiled too. We joined the gravel lane, but our hike took us the other way, down the slope toward a little outdoor paddock where some other ladies were working on horse things.
“There’s Dee!” I hollered when we got closer, pointing her out in my excitement.
“And look!” added Clive. “She’s got a KerDoodle too!”
“Looks like that one’s just started learning how to ride.”
“How to hold on, anyway.”
“At least she’s wearing a helmet.”
I paused to wonder: “Hey, can KerDoodles get hurt?”
“Of course. We have to be careful too. We are, however, a great deal more flexible than you, and our forms are a bit more forgiving of the bumps and scrapes of life. And that’s a good thing, because quite often we have to take the hit for you.”
“Um, have you taken a lot of bumps for me?”
At this Clive rolled his eyes and fixed me with his gaze. “Honestly? You have no idea.”
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Follow along to learn more about the KerDoodles, and if you like, contact me to find out if you’ve got a KerDoodle of your own.
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In the Village 