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Here's a little game: I will tell you something about myself, and you will guess what I am. (No, today I am not a mule. We're using our imaginations!)

We'll place twice, and I'll send a free bumper sticker to the first respondent with two correct answers!

Ready? Here goes:

1) I am the king of the desert. I am easily startled. I have very big eyes, and I can go for miles. Just don't ask me to go past a dropped glove or a garbage bag.

2) I am about the size of an English mastiff, I am about as hairy as Cousin It, and I will founder if you waft a handful of alfalfa beneath my nose.

Good luck, and ears to you!


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  1. AnonymousOctober 27, 2010 at 5:02 PM

    First I believe is the wonderful Arabian horse. Ask me some time why I think they also hate getting their feet wet. Second, because I have one, is the hairiest and piggiest of all ponies, the Shetland, also more prone to founder. If not a Shetland than surely a mini (have those too, right now they look like baby buffalos, I think it will be an early and very hard winter based on the fur quotient).

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  2. BaileyOctober 27, 2010 at 7:33 PM

    Looks like someone beat me to it, but I vote Arab and Shetland as well!

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  3. JordanEllaOctober 27, 2010 at 10:28 PM

    I vote an exotic breed of Goat

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  4. MareOctober 28, 2010 at 3:43 AM

    Arabian and Shetland pony

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  5. islandponiesOctober 28, 2010 at 9:17 AM

    What they said! Arabian and Shetland.

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  6. Paula BerkebileOctober 28, 2010 at 9:58 AM

    I'm sure to be more specific it's my Arab and my Mini

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  7. Marnie JacksonOctober 28, 2010 at 12:13 PM

    Anon . . . Arab and Shetland it is! Good job, and thanks for playing, all! I'll gladly send a bumper sticker to the first respondent, if you'll kindly send your address to me, fenway at brays of our lives dot com.

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