WHISPERS FROM WARICKSHIRE

When Phil first told me this story I said "how gruesome!" but he said "It's all part of life in the country.  These things happen and have to be dealt with."

It seems a neighbour of Cyril's (Phil's dad) called over one day to say one of his horses had died and would Cyril please come over to his farm and help him dig a hole so the horse could be buried without delay.

Cyril agreed and after much time spent digging a huge hole they used the another horse to drag the body of the dead horse into the hole.   It took them quite some time to fill the hole in again and, to their horror, when they had finished putting the earth back there were the dead horse's four feet sticking up well above the ground.

What to do?  Only one solution....a hacksaw was brought from the shed and the horse's feet had to be sawn off and buried separately.

Fortunately there are no graphics to go with this story and I am sorry if it upsets you but as Phil said when he told me "It happens."

I love horses and strangely enough Philip's name means "Lover of horses" and I not only love him but horses as well and I don't know why I wrote that but it just sort of came into my head so there it is.