Tonight after a VERY long day, a little story. The names in this story will remain anonymous, but any of you who were growing up in the mid 70's will know exactly what I'm talking about in this MUCH more recent tale.
Laughing, "L" grabs the cellphone and hits the call button for the the local LEO dispatch as the young and "wet behind the ears" Deputy is accepting the call on the radio.
"It's "L", I'll pay you $5 to get on the radio and say the pony's name is Wildfire..."
It wasn't 5 seconds later..
"Complainant advises pony's name is Wildfire."
You could almost hear the laughter across the county and the diligent young man does NOT put it together.
On scene, he's even confirming with the owners of the horse that had "busted down it's stall" that the name was, indeed, Wildfire so that he could accurately note it in the report. Word is the middle aged owners just looked at him like he was perhaps a bit strange. It wasn't until he had closed out the call and was back at headquarters asking, "What did it matter what its name was. . . . . .?"
"oh, damn it!"
You all have a safe evening out there, being mindful of weather and traffic and watch out for ponies in the road (rear ending a pinto never turns out well).