OPERATION TRIKKENSCHWINDLE

“That horse is eating my bra!” screamed the man.

Photo by Molim Karbalaei on Unsplash

“Hey, that horse is eating my bra,” screamed the man.

“It’s not a horse silly, that’s a mule, his name’s Blue,” responded the child.

The animal, more gray than blue, looked up from his snack. Black licorice-like fabric hung from both sides of its mouth, well lubricated and sudsy with mule spit. The fabric had formally…