The horse drawn bread cart came down the road I lived on when I was a child, very early, every day. By six o’clock each morning you would hear the clip clop of the mule’s shoe, on the asphalt. The animal always looked sad, as if it did not like its job. It looked the same way the horses that pulled the hearses looked. I could be wrong but I did not think these animals enjoyed what they were doing….

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