The mare: Just a mistress (The truth about yesterday’s horses)

WE CROSSED THE FREEZING city of Angeles and arrived at the zero-degree savannah of Clark after taking photos of diverge views in an unknown park and window-shopping at the Oriental Mall while others fritter.

And then there we arrived…

The El Kabayo is a location in Clarkfield Pampanga where there are horses. (From the word itself, “kabayo” is the Filipino word for “horse”.) In here, we met two horse attendants who were wearing MP4 earphones hanging upon their ears.


(“We” means I, Gypsy, Apple, April, and Bhugz/Karen Gail – all of us are group-mates in our Photojournalism Class, including Ammerrie and Camille who didn’t come with us because Snow-white, Apple’s Nissan Sentra car, can’t contain us all.)

Going back, we actually rollicked watching the horses. We even thought that they escaped from their first-rate barred enclosures - which look like magnificently designed props that one would relate to theater plays - because some of them are dashing. We noticed after few minutes, however, that the attendants freed them (perhaps to give them some time to “meditate”).

Still, meditation isn’t enough for these couple of horses (oh they are not actually couples – the other one is just a mistress.)

They are trying to have a sexual intercourse. The penis of the stallion was so large as if it’s like the size of a man’s arms. Meanwhile, the mare’s organ seemed to have been dripping. Before they arrived at the climax of their carnal craving, the attendant nagged at the stallion and he thumped a stone onto the stallion. He said, “Kapapanganak lang niyan ha! Tarantado!”

So the stallion moved out. Then another mare came. It gesticulated to the stallion some unknown signals that we easily felt. From that, we gathered that the other mare that came lately is the real wife of the stallion; thus the first mare that we saw is just a mistress.

Gee, I didn’t know that even horses also have their love stories....

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Speaking of what I said on the day before the last, yesterday was even more exhausting – I felt like a bird being grilled in the slaughter house... Whew!

SECRET LESSON LEARNED: If it’s just a matter of signature, avoid rushing…

MORE SECRET LESSON: Don’t believe on what liars say....

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