That story reminds me of my old horse Chewie (in the user-pic). We passed this one stick on the ground evey day for a year. Then, one day, he noticed it, and was so terrified of it he wouldn't pass it. He crossed the street, walked past it, then crossed again, back onto the bridle path, snorting like, "I showed -that- stick, didn't I?"
On the way back to the barn, he walked right past the stick and I don't believe he even noticed it was there.
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Date: 2006-11-16 12:10 am (UTC)On the way back to the barn, he walked right past the stick and I don't believe he even noticed it was there.