A horse, of course.

(Translated by: Dad)

What can you find at your local grocers? The essentials--bread, milk, eggs? On a beautiful holiday weekend like this, some will find burgers, brats, and their favorite chips. Today, we found Mick, the Budweiser Clydesdale! As Mom got ready for work, me and Dad took a trip to visit him.


Mick arrived in a specialized semi all to himself, as his buddies rested elsewhere. He had two designated drivers who did their best to maneuver the semi through the already over crowded parking lot. Mick is in the area to trot in a Memorial Day parade tomorrow. He came all the way from St. Louis, Missouri just to say 'hello.' He's 8 years old and quite the handsome fella.


Dad and I waited patiently as he stepped out of the truck and clip-clopped his way over to the grocery store's entrance to be a greeter. He drew a lot of attention and his coat was extra shiny in the sunlight. He was very friendly and let all of the children who came to see him, pet him.

Mick let us take our picture with him. Dad let me pet his nose. I said 'hello' to him using my horsey words. He's much taller and cleaner than Winston, but just as nice.

It was a fun surprise after Mom, Dad, and I worked all morning in the garden. It's not every day you see a horse at the place your Mom and Dad buy shaush (applesauce).

Thanks for the visit, Mick! Have fun in the parade tomorrow. Bye bye.
Love,
Noah