Broomsday Party - It has been from the Columbus time, why..?

Broomsday Party - It has been from the Columbus time, why..?

This is a small fish story. A small fish lived in a small pond. A very very small pond. Some people pointed out the Prejades conjunction to be on the North. The North Pole area, maybe. But it was not the Graham Cojunction, the mighly UK supporters' neutron beam in South America conjuring Sudan as the Southern line as the communication point. And what we see was not rich but the emerald rich story.

"Hello, hello? I switched from the original talker on the phone." The woman said. And there was a man' reply. "I ... have a... warrant.." The man of the short size indicating small phone talk made the phone answerer unshure but he had this image of the Fedra hat and a long coat with even a black leather gloves on for the phone talk. So, the church securetary in the congregation church was warned yet to have a calm talk. "Ah.. to build a house for a church society, how much money do you want?" The man was actually in the business office only holding his latest model mobile on his hand while anther hand grabbed some paper documents for brawsing. He was standing in the busy stock trading office but not a cubicle but facing his own white and black cheap metal desk set without anyone's desk facing to his. Only he could see was the slightly opened space to the right with a purple color short hair woman with a boring black frame eyeglasses typing into her cream color laptop. She was the field analysist and welcomed for typing up today's transaction consequence. And there was a woman to the right from his standing body on the red fanky desktop phone. And there were some noise like the train passing background, the church woman answering the phone heard as the man's background noise. She concluded that he must be somewhere near the train overpass or something. Dark... "I cannot answer." The woman coldly replied on the phone. "I'm sorry. I cannot answer." She corrected her image to be way too polite to the darker man. The man on the phone astonished. He opened a big mouth like a surprised loss of the client. One of his boss noticed his wide open mouth on the phone while the boss was talking to the lady sat on the next desk near the lady on the phone line and now writing on the notebook while her ear is attached to the phone still. "Ah... I mean, I can correct the money by now.. but.. your churc need.. the sum..." The man was still blind hearted yet answered. He had no plan at all but in need of keeping the conversation on. The church woman on the phone suddenly felt the image of the dark short man hiding his face in a dark clothes to have a very kind smile on his shadowly face. "Ah.. in such case... thank you." The woman and the man paused. But the woman continued. Now is the pushing. "Yes, yes, we need a church homes. A housing, yes!" The woman wanted to shout hell yes but not really accordingly. But at least, she made the better estimation of getting the funding around roughly 50000 to 6000€. That was unnatural. She answered so and invited the mysterious yet gorgeous sender. "We could invite you to see one of the humble homes in our region as the check. But why did you decide to have such a amount of money for the donation? Did you give up your business?" The woman simply wondered. What if the money was for the funky place for the Russian paratroops or something after the sender demanding the place for their own family members. She was warned before. "Ah, this time... I mean, this year, I quit going to the heliport vacation in Summer. I mean we are still in the fall here in Dublin, but I have a shop in New York and meanwhile I have to wait somewhere for the match solution. He is the software vender of mine but I can no longer wait inside of New York over 3 months, so I decided to buy a nice boat sometimes in the Caribean sea to avoid the ocean traffic. I mean, this time, I wanted to have a location to host a sender's one of the best priest from the New York City to keep him awake in the region with the green-ness. Can you host a New York born priest at the first accommdation we make? Can you make him to be comfy in the mood for awhile? Otherwise he would start complain to be rather in Scandinavian green-ness." The answer of the woman was the immedate yes. A church business. Perhaps a disolved priest. A highly danger zone, but the woman was warned before. "Hell, yes!" "Oh, yeah! Cool! We keep going' calling!" The man made this meowing sound with his surprising joy exposed. Now the woman found the location to be in one of the business complex building and his voice is more like the one comes from the business suit wearing man with probably an eyeglasses and a black baseball cap on it. He could be one of the conservative church-goers and having problem relocating the funds together. The man would make mistakes with his own friends. Perhaps the conservative Dubliners would be... A light choice for me. The woman of the originally Harvart University born kid's family member's church clan settled in Ireland thought. She has the social tie back in London and New York, then. Thus, the call was ended and the man quicly switched to his security's caller ID revealing insulance comany's land phone to make the deposit and the deposit on the same day. If everything goes well, 140,000€ of the donation is to be given to the company accordingly built as the Columbian's Day cerebration from the New York company. And a woman would evict the eager to sell their home couple's home in the neighborhood south from it. It was 1930s when they came in and built the orchard lane. But the woman was staborn and could not sell their last and existing orchard to any ohter factory makers or the condo building big cooporations. Thus, the church decided to push the eviction on the woman and his wild son. The wild son was taught only to eat from the tree of pears while the family only built the personal origin pub beers to the local merchants in the old brick house cellers and harvested both apples and pears for their own drink making. An apple cider? We knew the location! And for the pear cider? Well, that was the old woman's thought of the decision making to have a wild son who only hate the game animals and he was able to consume all the oven grilled or charcoll grilled animal meats only. So, he was no need of the wild sun burns in the ocean side but the woman next to him slept together under the Sun in the sunny days while his father died early before 30 by the accidential car struck. It was a matter of the fact that the local kids learn about the famly and the Hayes. Stephan Hayes would be same as Charlie Hayes. The woman would be left aside like his mother was the full time boarding house working kids neighbors. They were envy of the society full of game animals they imagined. But the died animals. The old woman was taught by the news papers that the accidentally killed animals are unhealthy. They could be struck by a car and left on the fenses for the showing off or for the rat giving purpose to the kids. But it could already contacted by the bad insects and eating would cause the stomach problems to the gout builing. Thus, the woman revealed to be healthy by purchasingthe butchered meats from the local market merchants. Thus, none would have the five toes on the pork meat label. When she saw the morgue like store one day in the dark evening around on the normal dark brick street not far from St. Paul church park. "Yuck!" The woman saw the foot left on the side of the chunck of meat including the real strangled goat body hanged on the side of the room. She quickly left the location while two or three people inside working together for setting up a new home building with the meat facilty on the ground floor store front. There were bystanders next to her noticed the man's feet. And some more men wearing the bowler hats gathered like the local publican at that time and she left for their local decisions. Next time she skimmed the location from the faraway corner of the building block across from it and she saw the same merchant buidling in the dark gray bricks but the same door had a large wooden bar attached from the inside with a red mark saying "Sold" on it. So, the store was sold and not functioning. It meant the original owner was not really there or it was sold to another person. Thus, it was safe. No kids and small dogs were wondering around the building and eating the small human pie or something as what she feared and imagined the most. And that was the reminder of the woman's faith. After the man died. She had some afairs. There were taxi drivers forced her to get married. Once.Twice was the ship wrecked sea sailer. He was on the board of the nicely decorated ship in the dockyard. "A man of hire! A man of in need of a new wife! Please! A new wife!" The man was shouting. The woman was with the small 4 years old kid next to her while they went out for the ocean veiw church visitnig. And she imagined. Perhaps a sea sailor half a way to travel on the boat to faraway ocean and only few months of the living together... Perhaps he would be accepting me... The woman was lonely and she felt comfortable asking, now I have my own child but you might have one own and others. As a matter of the big family building to welcome home. And it was the bad imagination. When she glanced and about to raise her hand for waving to answer to his call, "Wife! On board, please!" There was a fully beared with a long mustash man in a strict face and strict sea captain's unifom appeared on the same deck with the shouting guy in the rough worn sweater and a shorter size seaman's trouser. "Well, captain!? Yours sunk! Now off!" The man hesitated to give up his will o fsearching a new wife on the sea lane, but he dropped to the ocean after he failed to climb up one of the white pole on the deck toward the upper deck. It was a quite disappointing view for her. The boy saw the man dead in his imagination and he pointed to somewhere else. "Look, a merchant selling apples. I would rather eat apples at home with a guy like him selling and pealing one for dinner." The man at the wooden box full of apple was filthy He had no shaving nor cutting hairs at all. Besides, he had a long sturving cat moving next to him with the want of the apple piece. The man was happily alone and eating the apple piece but nothing was giving to the cat at all. "Filthy!" The boy saw him atractive like happy as he was in his big orchard shop. He and his mother used to be selling the wonderfully gathered apples in the Autum cafe.The mother declared the long and tall wooden fense line corner as a cafe for her family while she broght out the knitting kit for decorating the image of her own cafe. A cafe must have a sandwich. And here it is! She bought a table stand from the interior and carried away the reclining chair for her own while her boy was too small enough for not carrying a ball or two but chase around the earthworms. "Chase! Stop it!" The mother noticed him interested eating the game animals by finding some of the chipmunks living in the lower hollow of a pear tree. And she saw him holding a long and dead worm on his mouth as if a drulling. "Tut! Don't. Stop eating it!" It was the horror for the woman. A dead worm eater? A wild pig can only do that! The woman wanted to check if the giant squal in the horrow was still safe. And it was. Alive. The woman felt easy. But next day, the woman chased out the young sparrow's nest and the game animal squal to be away from her bird's nest. She was uncomfortable with the choice of the animals. One time, an animal merchant came and offered a wild untamed donkey from the street. A donkey of the prce of the one month rent fee for the stores? But how come? I have no need of the loading of the donkey as a seller! I only have one sngle time harvesting from the apple trees in the autumn. That was caught by the boy who was already 7. He loved the donkey but he could not carry it out for his first time job. But why?

The man's face was mad when he was first introduced by the phone call. "A customer!" That was at a house hold of not worth 30,000€ at that day. It was rather a long sleeve merchant's giveaway home to me. He thought but politely corrected it. "I was... giving away the 10,000 ah... 100,000 value home in charity of.... Hosting a Wonderful Priest!" The polite gray business suit wearing tall 26 years old man with the crew cut with the metal frame eyegrlasses with even a leather light brown color jacket on his hand commented it using both palms wide open as the exentric gesture. "A hundred... yes." The woman politely reflected it. "But this house cost us 65,000€ to us." "It was a merchant's home?" Back then? And there was the story of the woman lived there with three addtinal wives as the weaves teorror. Their weaver's story was a horror. No matter what they made, their hand gloves were stolen. It meant a deathy problem for the winter time going out. The house had a living and sleeping quorter to the left from the original entrance. And there was the stoickally the kitchen accessible from the right side dining room yet it was the annex of the room between the living room and the dining room just behind from the suared shaped entry hall. And the back of the living room was the storage room of the weaver's materials and extra wools. They had no outdoor garden at all. They put their weaving materials out for the extra hand workers to come in to work in 5 people as the total in the Summer days. The man concluded that, "I saw no gardening outside, that made me to estimate the housing less value." And the man attached to the image of the business calls simply adjusted the eyeglasses by rubbing the metal frame and said, "Ah, but cool. It has a wonderful earthy area full of exploring opportunities. It meant the merchant has no need to sell the house with the request of the new composting and gadening allocations. It meant the single stoic family owned compost location only for adding the new owener's own gardening at their will. It meant a better image making on is own. Perhap the black soil only meant some kind of the scarly or the dirt poor effect adding to the customers. The woman thought him right. A gardening would make the house and food value better. She was thinking of the hanging tree type banana pot on the corner from the upper floor window. It works as the mental hygine correcting. The man was asked as a customer to one of the millionair's house. It was 'hell yes!' situation. But not for the dirt poor call girl's trip making type woman. The woman next her was wearing the yellow jacket on top of a loose white scarf looking brouse and she wore a black dotted white mini skirt. She apologied as the part time clerk at one of the French owned furniture store in the same region. She wore comfortable clothes but she needed to look the upper class with loose fit looking as the company's policy on the young employees. And the man hesitated to look inside of the house. But the man did not know was one of the evil Franciscan officer filmed the image of the young man eager to enter one's room with a young call girl type woman assistnig him. The priest was in the black sedan car parked not far from the young boy's Ferrari. It could be siborey with a much older business suit. But the man acted as a young and fresh millinair looking to lightly away after his job. But the man asked the woman to stay aside and he wanted only to peek inside. Thus, it was a safe bet for the mother inside. The woman inside was asked to uncomb and just have the plain clothes only with no make-up. She had a wonderful ugly set of the teeth and she openly welcomed him with a large wide open smile showing the missing teeth. Agh, an old woman! Young and ugly! The man quickly corrected the image of the woman's thought. She is a secretary and the law. She must have the education before! Thus, he concluded that this room was not really suited for the man from New York to settle in. Besides, there is a woman already sleeping in one quorter, thus it could be a controversal to the man himself to live within the range of the diocroces. But that man was taught to find on his own instinct. And when he saw a reinforcement car passed by on the faraway corner of the street, he felt it was the safe sign of the neghborhood for making phone calls. He clicked to open up the mobile application and made  phone call to the aplicant on the nearby 4 story buidling with a "Sale" large billboard hanged from the 3rd floor window and on the pedestrian grassy area. It was a single success. "Sold!" And he shouted while looking at the building from nearby parking area. The woman next to him was so cold waiting 4-5 minutes phone call making and it made the woman upset. The girl rushed up from the nearby front yard toward the building he was looking at. The woman wondered why the landlord suddenly shouting toward the man in the gray coat that "Hello! I'm the owner. You sold mine!" Well, if it was in USA, we did this and that and the phone transaction of the money is sent in the next following days. It was the businss planning model with the woman rushed out from the nearby homestead. The woman had a curley hair with a chuppy face with the plain sweater and the conservertive business skirt on top of a pair of the dirty gray color sandals indicating a house wife in the neighborhood. And the woman was asked another location as the social hub making for the man's own identity revealed as the stock broker in London but transfered during the summer sales time in Dublin. Thus, he had this wild dream of owning his own paradice land in near future and he was often attending the local mass in the small islands in the Caribean ocean.  That went wrong always with the image of the local bossy black figure as the group of women gathering mass like a typical inverted version of the male dominance went wrong from Congo areas to the Caribean ocean with the atomosphere of the Christianity. And what he meant was the opposite. The conservative cooportative giant's dominance shipping back the force of the America back through the Christianity. And in London, he succeded. It was not the Christian land at all. It was anti-Catholic manner always and he succeded to build a book series of how to be in London as Catholic taught merchants. And the Markisism taught London what was the body builders items. A woman. A single performing woman next to it would be enough. An atractive athelete? Yes! That meant a woman would be in the poverty line to be attractive in the super rich atomosphere. So, she was well taught of course while the man drove off to the next door partisan's house during the winter rain. It was a dirk and foggy neighborhood around 2.30PM. If it was in London, he concluded, the business and police officeres' talk with the wide and wild map opening and suggestion asking is a safe merchant level warning to the neighbors. A woman? That one was warned. The landlord was aked to suggest another choice of the purchase after the flat rate of 65,000€ was transfered to her money in her bank account in the following day transaction from the famous company's secretary clerk. That is why Dublin is better than London. People work on Saturdays. The woman could be at home with the company's land phone up to 6pm tonight. She was thus busy in Summer. And he thought 64,000€ would be my debut and the extra 1,000€ would be what she would pay if she broke the law after I purchased the store's lockout palace across the street from her building. She was wise enough telling few more options thought as charming as hell on the list. One of them was the garden and the gardening palor and it costed 850,000€ as the surprise of the pocket to the young merchant. It was like "Ah.. yeah..? Ah.. no... I'm not really rich in this Summer. I was making a fortune from donation homes for the resettlement of the Chinese hippies.." The man was joking to the customer line of the sales clerk reconnected th e phone to the actual landlord who is the owner of the golf course and he wanted to sell the nearby gardening area condominium not far from the Botanic Garden entrance. She was so pushy suggesting and he ordred one. It was a single failure. He wanted to cry later by a single shout! "I wanted to buy that mansion if I was rich with 2 million budget at home!" And it worked as the compliant for the both ear covering woman. And then he made another order by the choice of the driving distane range not far from the 'connection.' And that one lost. It had a little wreath on it. And there was a small dog's poops often left ouside. It was the sign of simple disgustng. Thus, the man said not before makign the phone call after the circled home location on the map with a big red cross mark on it while both woman and the man were in the same Ferrari car as the top exectives. The woman wondered how far was his money exit after this Summer when she was touching the all leather decorated car interrior. "It would be a paranoia to have a whiskey set to be pop up ready next to your driver's seat." The woman made a joke that his air conditioning is not working on the rainy day by inhaling the rain into the filthy filter to ruin the image of the car functions in the long run. She was mature but her joke was full of whiskey. And the man concluded that the woman was not yet to own a family yet and a disgusting taste on the man who would be rich and drinkers. And his exentricity told her as a wife of someone by showing the maleness as only with his name card value and how much phone number in his wallet with the real money sometimes. He had all the important lawyers phone numbers printed on their name cards for the cooperative giants in Dublin.  And he showed off so much of the trouble to be sent to the company's secretary. It meant the coorporative rich philosophy is the turst on their own banks. And what about the vacance time? The woman would be looking for the vacance education only. She was part-time working at the church diocorces' office only to cover the college education fund debit. She could get money from the church sometimes as the allowance to get a healthy eduacation for the kids. And she was able to smuggle out 300€ or so every semester to buy a new training jerseys for her own volleyball team only. And it worked she was not able to buy a food from the street venders in the diocroces area only. And the woman wanted to know how far to see the future from her own home. But the man succeded to sell the house with the scondal. A boy of the small pigmy style scavenging around on the bricked home with the orchard tree after some conversations they made. The first time was a success. "I'm a millonaire and want a home!" The boy's mother answered. "Yes, yes!" And the following "Come in!" was a bad call. The man asked the woman waiting at the side of the car to follow the woman to take some photos of the furnitures only. The securetary or the church manager commented from the black large umbrella that "I think this house building is suited for the young priest's need." The woman commented about the little orchard trees on the backyard. The boy was a scondal as he could become a hard working carpenter or something suited as the typical Dubliner artisan. But he only worked with the toys and not reading the books at all. He? His image in the school? A crawler. A boy could just craw around and eat from the trees. His mother taught him to be not problematic at all and so diffensive to go out from home and struck by a car again like his father. So, the woman forbid her only son or her old mother to go out. Thus, Stephan was locked in the little orchard. "As the Summer comes, and he might be wopping after a single car struck and damaging his young leg." The kind man of the second time on the following Tuesday made the conversation comfortable enough to the knitting mother in their bed room. The woman had only a single kitchenette and the cupboard for the coffee location on the ground floor only. The location was filled with he dirty orange filled sucks. And the second floor was the boy's toy room and his punishment room. Thus, the woman and her son slept on the ground floor. The woman had enough blanket on the bench next to the gardening kit and that was the conformtable old merchant' way of sitting and sleeping spot. And the boy could sleep in the far corner 2 seater sofa in his regular clothes. The man saw them wearing the old worn out clothes from the 70s or 80s. Thus, they concluded that the water facility was not really good. The woman said she has the water splash on her own face from the outside pump is enough for every morning. The boy could get his hair combed and had a hair dresser ride to the nearby town where the city hall clerk's sister was working. The woman was suggested to visit the hospital in the nearby town after the car accident of the father and she was comforted by the kind young lady's decision making in the each inidvidual side. The boy could only get a soda water at a cafe while the widow to receive the car sold and the murderer's car license to be sold. And it was enough of the 1970s for such a job to take care the old poor drivers. And the man was homeless afterwards. Meanwhile, the boy had the baby in future. Thus, the old woman satisfied in the Caucasian way. She has the wife in future in the household to resetle everything. My poor husband is gone! And it was the sensation of the woman to have such an old black and white photo of her dead husband's grandfather's photo each time she was kissing in the sentimental feeling. She became so obsessive to be over protecting her child evermore.

The boy was simple minded. When he wanted it, it was the time to get it or bought it for him. It worked as the penalty on his mother that each time he goes out, spent. And it was the money scarce no more in her household. She had a wonderful orchard and she could held a party of her own to delight as a single mother playing corcenta in the picnic blancket with some of the old classmates of her boy. The girls would admire to see the unique music instrument while the boy had no talent in the music. It was amusing for the young kids, especially girls, to see an old woman singing to let others dance with the young boy in his home. But the boys hated his attitude of going out with the young girls of his age in his orchard household. It was filthy for the boys to flip up the skrits of the young girls. And it was more of the story up of the heavenly imaginally household as one single home omitting the all the road works and the traveling difficulties. The women wondered what if I was the woman singing. The boy was the hated one. "I could get a better tea boy making, mother, if I were you." One girl suggested the boy to be wearing nice like a woman's costume to look a little bit nicer to the neighborhood instead of wearing filthy bulky men's clothes from the old harbor workers image and chasing the rats and cats on the corner of the street only. He was not allowed to rush up toward the unoccupied vehicles. And he could only climb up to the vehicle and was chased down one time as the noughty behavior. The women were shocked to see him in the girl's cloths and carrying out the nicely teapots and cups from the kitchen like a hotel servant. "Oh, my! Such a cute bo.. girl! I could sleep with her in a hotel!" The girl's mother cried. And it was he obeyed and discomfortablly dropped all the exellent tea materials in the household to the concret tile on the ground. "How could I see me, mother!" The girl scared or the boy felt the pervert image on himself and rushed into the bathroom to check his under. It was his penny still their and he was rubbing. What if his behavior was known...? The girls saw me in the girl's code. The boy could imagine the nakedness of himself still in the safe bathtub but he imagined the girls' surprised faces. What if she saw me, I could strangle her...! The image of him was the self death in the ocean but in the empty bathtub. It could be the bench he would sleep that night outside. She hated sleeping in the orchard while the Sun is high or they could get mosquitos biting and at night was the mosses and the spiders making the webs on the dead person's bodies. Thus, the woman hated to see one day the boy had the old spider web covered his face like a dead criminal face. And the boy was not allowed to bring any animal toys to the garden at all. Thus, he kept the little dinasor books and toys on top of the ceilings. Thus, only the things existed was on top of the top of their rooms was only for the imaginally animals. Not in the gardens. And it was accepted to bring the zoo animal showing little young book his mother purchased long time ago was acceptable for the young readers in the garden but it was only suited for the age of 4 instead of the age of 8. Thus, the boy hated his atomosphere and only the possibility was ot go out to the young kids location in the park inside of the church. And the mother asked an elderly woman to bring the young boy back home from the nearby house. And the girl said she had to bring a young pal out for the woman's dinner time. And she receive some pints of the home made whiskeys and the sacks of the fruits from her vender selling her orchard items. And the man acting like an old man comfortably saying form one of the armchair that the young man born in Dublin could find a job easily. "Does he have the birth and baptized certificate from the Dublin church? Then he could be working soon." The man smiled. "And if he can get a college degree from the nearby college soon, I could invite him to work in my job location." The boy's mother smiled back. He meant the nearby St. Patrick College or something to the west. The man meant the nearby Trinity College only. The boy thought getting a college education meant to be growing up to be this big like the father type figure in front of him and start wearing the dirk business clothes. "Yikes!" He screamed. He was holding a stuffy toy on his hand. It was a bunny toy but it was accepted as the toy image figure not the real acutal animal painting on it. "I would rather work like the athelete in the garden!" And he tried to escape the landscape full of business scenes. The mother was so upset from seeing his young opportunit so easily swiped away by his own naughtness as the nativeness. And the man calmly tortured his way while he pretend to drink the cup of coffee the mother provided to him. "What if we see each other in a larger garden home, we might have a wonderful child meeting me in a better smile again. See?" The man waited the answer of the woman. Then, the woman shouted after bringing her own purse. "I... only have this much of money! Could you help her? The young boy's care taker? At least we need to get married!" The man was upset of the situation by the little woman's so much full of wallet holding over 500€ each time she goes out and his stone and lost item collecting business she claimed. "Ah.. my mother. Let me.. ah.. in the name of the Christ, I let your house to be cured. Amen." The man made cross sign on the forehead of the kneeled woman in front of him. And he suggested to move to one of Ireland's best sunny town on the east coast area for the farm jobs. He could name few towns like Howth and Darkey. And the woman imagined the price of only 24,000€ was not really the possible manner of getting the spot. But the man said that he would make a church home in the spot with only 240,000€. That was the bridge worth value for his own intention to move his stock service on the buildng next to the orchad home. It was a lucy job to make above a corner store selling the heavy tool and items for the limited customers while his New York priests to be freely moving into Dublin and hanging around playing with the hens outside in the orchard garden. The house was huge. The small animals? No. And only few orchards worth of cutting down. And the land estimate was about 16 housings. When the land value is high, he could sell it for only 2 to 5 millions from the French raising estimation happened with the New York calculator. After the French Franc died out and see! And it was possible that the New York sudden show might happen with his hand. The man was eager to sell some of the stocked world famous executive cars at the rare 'not used' price to the company like Discovery. And the woman wondered who would buy a house like hers burnt down in 1930s and rebuilt partially with still the side of the basement stones falling. But for the boy's utility money, it was enough. About 5 kids can get grauate from Trinitiy College in Dublin at that time. And it was the fantastic image of the boy illegulary graduating the high school and the college for getting a social job like his father did before the car accident. Yes, he would be sent to a better farming home without a college education. He could get hit by a business truck. That woman was wise and the family moved to Dollymount for him to ride a horse instead as if to become a horse rider. But he ended up to get married lately with an adult home visiting woman's third daughter. Their family had enough children to donate to another and his mother loved thier third daughter a lot.