There was a time many moons ago I had a young stud quarter horse. He's lineage went to King P-234 and Peter Mc Cue. That's to those who knew the history.

Anyway, this here horse, like many studs, liked to nip. I had him in a box stall and once as I walked by he quick reached out and grabbed my shoulder. Well sir there went part of my wool jacket. Think'n he got away with it, he retreated to the other side of the stalls as if to say, "Gotcha!!"

So I was tell'n my great nabor, a good devout Mennonite, about it. Sez Andrew, "Just take a hot baked potato, wrap it up on your shoulder, stand wher...