We lived on an old farm. No animals, just fields.
Uncle goes to the market to buy a horse, ends up spending more than expected because it's bred from some old bloke's prized stallion.
Although expensive, aunt loves it. Because it's all muddy she calls it "Dirty". She was a fucked up like that.
They told me, "If we ever catch you riding our fucking horse then we will beat the living shit out of you."
They'd done it before so I knew they meant it.
Days later, I'm messing in the fields with some old tractor tire I found. Dirty is just eating grass...
