Anyhows, as I was saying, it took place in the evening. A midsummer's eve, in fact. Nice and warm. I for some reason decided I couldn't wait until August to travel up to Alabama from Florida to see my sister Skylar, and just started out hitch-hiking. No backpack, no change of clothes... Hey, it was a dream.

Anyway, while I was on the highway, this pick-up truck with a horse trailer behind it pulls over to talk to me. Well, the truck doesn't, the guy *in* the truck slows it down and... you know what I mean. Anywhos (I'm running out of "any"s here...) it turns out the guy driving the truck was Michael Nesmith. No, not young; modern-day. (just my luck) So, whatever, he offers me a ride. I was a little ticked at him cos he still hasn't answered any of my many many e-mails, so I told him "no." He said, "But it's not safe for someone like you to be walking this highway all alone. At least let me saddle up the horse I've got back here in the trailer and let you ride her."

Well, I love horses, so I started jumping up and down and kissed him, then apologized. He laughed and said it was nothing, got out and walked around to open the trailer. I was bouncing up and down with excitement at the prospect of riding a horse all that way, and was even considering telling him that he didn't have to write me back after all. But then, what should he lead from the trailer but a... a...

"That's a KANGAROO," I pointed out to him, not the least bit pleased.

He gave me a strange look, and seemed a bit hurt. "Her name is Horse, and she doesn't like to be called a kangaroo."

I got really mad at him then and slapped him. I didn't apologize this time. "But she IS!" I wailed. "And I wanted to ride a real horse! A four-legged mammal! Not a ... hopping marsupial!" By this time, the kangaroo... Horse, whatever... was beginning to look a bit... perturbed, shall we say? I had heard about their kicks killing grown men, and I have an aversion to pain, so I decided to shut my mouth and ride the blasted thing since he had a saddle and bridle on it. As I was climbing on, I muttered something about "Kangaroos with identity crises and old men who won't answer e-mails." Apparently Horse heard me, cos she nearly bucked me off.

Once I decided to be nice to her (in self-defense, mind you; she was quite feisty to be a delusional marsupial) the two of us got along pretty well. Nez told me to just tie her out front of Skylar's house, and he'd come along and pick her up later. How he knew how to get there, I don't know. Maybe I'd better ask Sky about that...

Anyways, that crazy li'l bouncer jostled me all the way to Alabama... I fell off more than a few times. When I finally got to Skylar's house, I rode Horse on up to the door and knocked on it. I wish you could have seen the look on her face.

"What are you doing riding that?" she squeaked.

"Careful, she has a delicate ego. It's Nez's Horse."

"Huh? That's a kangaroo."

"Sssh! She'll hear you. I've already been bucked off for saying that. Anyway, her name is Horse."

"Whose did you say she was?"

"Nez's. Mike Nesmith. The guy who won't write me back."

"Oh. Him. Do we have to keep her?"

"No, he said he'd come pick her up."

"Oh, okay."

So for the next few hours, the two of us watched Monkees eppies and HEAD and Beatles movies, and the French version (with English subtitles) of our favorite movie, "Cyrano de Bergerac." I think we may have watched the Bob Hope/Bing Crosby/Dorothy Lamour "Road to" movies as well. If we did, it certainly took Nez a long time to come get that bloomin' animal.

Well, when he finally drove up, I ran out there to thank him and everything, and he waved and said, "Bye girls! Thanks for taking such good care of Horse!"
I waved back and yelled, "Bye Mike! Thanks for nothing!" He gave me a really strange look then, and I explained, "You haven't e-mailed me, and it wasn't a real horse." He said, "Oh okay!" and drove off.

Skylar gave me an astonished look and said in a wowed voice, "Gee, it really WAS him!"

I said, "Why, of course."

She shook her head and answered, "I thought Texans knew what horses were." We went inside an finished our movies.

*~*~*THE END*~*~* Strange dream, yes I know. So sue me.