Horse StoryA man was driving through Wyoming one spring evening. The road was desertedand he had not seen a soul for what seemed like hours. Suddenly his carstarted to cough and sputter and the engine slowly died, leaving him sittingby the road in total silence. He popped the hood and looked to see if therewas anything that he could do to get it going again. Unfortunately, he had alimited knowledge of cars, so all he could do was look at the engine,feeling despondent. As he peered by the gradually fading light of hisflashlight, he cursed that he had not put in new batteries, like he hadpromised. Suddenly, through the inky shadows, came a deep voice, "It's your fuelpump." The man jumped up quickly striking his head on the underside of the hood."Who said that?" he demanded. There were two horses standing in the field alongside and the man was amazedwhen the nearest of the two horses repeated, "It's your fuel pump, tap itwith your flashlight, and try it again." Confused, the man tapped the fuel pump with his flashlight, turned the keyand sure enough, the engine roared into life. He muttered a short thanks tothe horse and screeched away. When he reached the next town, he ran into the local bar. "Large whiskey,please!" he said. An oil worker by the name of Jon was sitting at the bar, looked at the man'sashen face and asked, "Whatʼs wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!" "It's unbelievable," the man said and recalled the whole tale to the oilworker. The oil worker took a sip of his beer and looked thoughtful. "A horse, yousay? Was it by any chance a white horse?" The man replied to the affirmative. "Yes it was! Am I crazy?" "No, you ain't crazy. In fact, you're lucky," said the oil worker ........because the black horse don't know shit about cars.
