when i was just a wee lad growing up in the countryside, i would horse ride from dawn 'til dusk and from dusk 'til dawn. Indigo was his name and he was my bff. We would ride anywhere and everywhere, all day and everyday, 'til my glutes were as hard and calloused as his hooves. One day we was snuggling in the niblet fields, when i heard yelps of trepidation. Of course indigo and i raced over to see what was wrong. And there she was, little freckle faced peggy fouler from 2 houses down, louder than a piglet being castrated, and being harassed by a pack of 3, 4 coyotes. Being the thick skulled child that i was i jumped right in and tried to fight the pack off solo (with what was only a pair of premature stubs of these immaculate guns of destruction they would someday develop into). Needless to say i was outmatched, saw my life flash before my eyes, and had all but reconciled to start an afterlife with little peggy when trusty o' indigo broke in, magnificent and tall, like harry potter's patronus, and proceeded to hoof each of the coyotes in the face, saving both our lives.
Unfortunately, in the fray indigo also kicked me in the face, ejecting 3 of 4 quadrants of my teeth and displacing my jaw by many centimetres. Blinded by grief and rage, my mother was preparing to put down indigo despite my objections and good sense. But before the worst could transpire, our local dentist stepped in and masterfully restored all my dentition (and if anything made my mouth prettier than ever in the process). And so it to dentistry i can thank, for saving my mouth, my mother's sanity, and most importantly my best friend.
