Once Wild Horses

“They scarf potato chips and whole bags of marshmallows late in the night, leaving behind trashed campsites and ruined tents. They break into stranger’s coolers and make off with watermelons. They carelessly turn on water spigots and leave them running.

Rangers are dealing with a problem that has all the hallmarks of a classic beach-week bender, but the culprits aren’t rowdy teens. They’re Assateague Island’s famous wild horses.”
     Lately however, they aren’t quite as wild as they used to be. In fact, they have become addicted to junk food. They have been mooching off the locals for years, but lately they have become both brazen and cunning.
     “I didn’t believe it until I saw it,” Kicklighter said. “Two horses put their youngest, cutest pony in front of a car, and then the older horses went around to the windows to panhandle for food.”
     More at: Washington Post


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