From: MikeE@ster.invalid   
      
   Felix wrote:   
   > that must have hurt!   
      
   My recollection was that I was 'admiring' his tail by grasping it.   
   According to my mother, her mother was first on the 'scene' and seeing   
   the gash on my forehead and my stunned stupor, tho't I was dead.   
      
   I proudly wore that forehead scar as I grew older.   
      
   The other story my mother likes to tell about that same farm/ranch place   
   was that there was a windmill in the front yard which I decided to climb   
   to near the top where the vanes were whirling around, and she had to   
   climb up there and bring/carry me down.   
      
   For years and years thereafter, she would send me little windmill   
   mementos from time to time when she would run across them.   
      
   --   
   Mike Easter   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)