While staring at the eyes of the first horse man I saw his brother, colleague and friend. “Snacks” was the inscription on his tag and many screamed his name as he walked. O the bite of that cracker, the crunch, the joy from the consumption of his tools. He welcomed you with a menu, and had a mobile restaurant, on his menu, biscuits, cookies, fries. O what joy but like his brother , he wanted more of my time. From the fifteen hours left this band wanted another. He took my time in bits, nibbling on minutes, which extended to hours, he took my funds and time at a serious price. He could take as much as three hours when given the chance . Just two horsemen and half my day is gone.  

To be continued.