This particularly zany entry first appeared as a random thought in one of my live blogs. Partly because it amused me so and partly because I would like to reference the characters again at some point, I’m publishing it as its very own blog post.

(From the mind of the boy in this photo.)

Hello, “Einstein.” My mom says you’re the world’s smallest horse. Gosh, you’re cute. Wanna know a secret? Come in close, I don’t want my mom to hear. Closer.

(whispers) “As soon as my mom turns her head, I’m gonna ride you!”

I know what you’re thinking, Einstein. “You’re too big. I’m too small. If you ride me, you’ll break me like a twig!” Hush, sweet Einstein. That’s just crazy talk.

Sure, my head is much too large for a boy my age. Heck, doctors say it’s the biggest head they’ve ever seen. Said it weighs 67 pounds or something like that. I’m not sure if that’s a lot or not, but I do know my entire body weighs 79. Is that a normal head-to-body-weight ratio, Einstein?

Haha. I just remembered who I’m talking to. You’re a horse, Einstein! You don’t know math! Haha. I crack myself up sometimes.

Where was I? Oh yes. The business of riding you.

Don’t be afraid, Einstein. Sure, I’ve tried riding other animals before. And true, those haven’t ended well. Behind our garage, we have a pet cemetery for all the cats and dogs that have died because I tried to ride them.

But you’re different, Einstein! You’re a horse!! You were born to have kids like me jump on your back and ride you around the yard. Come on, what do you say??

Aha! Mom’s cell phone just rang. Now she’s distracted!! Any moment now and…yes! She’s turning her head!

Okay, Einstein. Here we go!!

(crack!)

No, Einstein!! No!! Not again! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?!?

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