The Visitor, by Gordon Lawrie

Believe it or not, there’s actually a grain of truth in this. Just a grain, though.

The Visitor, by Gordon Lawrie

Around three o’clock, Greta was rather surprised to find a large horse outside on her front doorstep. She took a moment to compose herself.

“Good afternoon,” she said politely. “Can I help you?”

“Nay,” said the horse.

“Are you collecting for charity, perchance?”


“Selling something? Looking for a job?” Greta asked, patiently.

“Nay,” the horse said again.

“Then it appears I can’t help you,” said Greta, starting to close the door.

The horse deposited a significant quantity of manure on the path.

“My apologies,” it said. “I needed to use your toilet but I was too embarrassed to ask.”


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