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Dear FarmWife

Dear FarmWife,

I love carrying you down the trail. I love jumping over logs with you. I love walking down the dappled byways and cantering up the meandering lanes of Wickersham with you. I love carrying your children, your visitors, and even your chihuahua for you. I love being your friend.

I hate dragging your tire. I don't want to be a driving mule. I don't want to learn to plow. I think your singletree is the scariest, evilest, most atrociously awful thing ever.

I recommend for you that you go out and get yourself someone(s) like this, who like to pull things. We can be one big happy family, and I can put these pulling days behind me.

Love,
Fenway


Team for Sale
Contact:
none
phillip formel
730 nw 9th ct
homestead, fl. 33030
usa
Day Phone: 305-613-3127
Evening Phone: 305-247-0451
philfor@bellsouth.net
Animal #1Animal #2
Name:iderader
Breed:percheronpercheron
Color:light baydark bay
Sex:Mare/JennyMare/Jenny
Date of Birth
(mm/dd/yy):		5/15/045/15/04
Height:15.115.2
Weight:13101160
Training:most machines/vehiclesmost machines/vehicles
Trained for:Driving
Farming
Logging
Showing
Parades 		Driving
Farming
Logging
Showing
Parades 
Hitches:on righton left
Price (US$):$4500.
Comments:put together at 6 months, amish broke ,6000 road miles,8 wagon trains,walk 4 miles per hour plus,currant health papers,hobble,kids ride ider under harness,many parade's,and school functions,pulled logs & disks,almost voice command,price includes leather harness, stainless steel hames, amish made,will deliver $, hate to see them go, yearlyings to start,coming 7 years,good honest team.

Comments

  1. AnonymousMay 2, 2011 at 10:42 AM

    Not every equine is meant to be a driving equine. It is good to find these things out before something bad happens. However you look so handsome in your harness it would be a shame if it turned out you were not meant to pull a nice little meadowbrook.

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  2. DomMay 2, 2011 at 4:02 PM

    Could be worse, you could be a circus mule.

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