Hot footin' it to Half Horse Town

"OW-OOH-OW-OOH-OW-OOH-OW!"

Next morning you are racing thru the desert at breakneck speed. Having four bare feet isn't so comfy on scorching hot sand. You can't put a foot down for more than a split second, but at least you'll get there sooner.

"What's wrong?" asks Tom with a sly grin. "Don't you like being barefoot?". He refused to let you wear sandals as payback for your antics yesterday. "Never mind, we're nearly there."

"There" turns out to be an old ghost town. You burned your soles off for THIS? Spotting an old trough full of water you jump into it, cooling your feet. Then you find out that the town is far from deserted. A large crowd of centaurs, dressed in western clothes approach you.

"What in tarnation are ya, fella?" asks one.

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