“Daddy, why do people hang horses?” asked my daughter. “Nobody hangs horses, darling,” I consoled her in my lap. “Who told you that people hang horses?” “I just heard mummy on the phone saying that her new boss was hung like a horse.”
“Daddy, why do people hang horses?” asked my daughter.
“Nobody hangs horses, darling,” I consoled her in my lap. “Who told you that people hang horses?”
“I just heard mummy on the phone saying that her new boss was hung like a horse.”