Two Headed Horse Tails
Sweet Conversations
And stop being phallic!

Dude! You’re intelligent. I like you.
“Jacob! It worked! Jeanine texted me!”
“Amazing! What does it say?”
“Look!”
“Oh! That’s very good!”
“Right?! But what can I answer?”
“Ask her how she peels her bananas! She won’t expect the question, and I heard it’s a good test.”
“A good test of what?!”
“My family’s yard guy taught me. It’s something akin to purity testing. If she gets the obvious allusion to something sexual and phallic, she’s savvy and street-smart… so there’s that.”
“What else?”
“If she plays sexual back, she’ll make a bad mother and a potential cheat threat”
Jacob, his weird questions, and his even weirder interpretations. He’s been reading way too much of old Carl Jung, I’d say. I still remember the first question he asked me when we met in sixth grade.
Imagine you’re on your deathbed, what’s the weather like outside?
He loved my answer:
Floating on a hot-pink air mattress. Rocking craziest underwear. Snowing.
He choked his Dr. Pepper laughing, tried to shake it off, told me to grow up.
Odd dude! Seemed to care about me. But would kick me to curb in a heartbeat if I interfered with his Chi.
Four years later, still, on his Dr. Pepper diet, Jacob’s helping me text the girl of my dreams. Jeanine answers right away.
Dude, tell Jacob I don’t want to peel his banana. I’m more interested in what you have to say. Think of an answer on your own this time.
And so I did.
Again and again and again.
Jacob officiated our wedding. Said more Jungian things (Jordan B Peterson was his man-crush). But by day’s end, Jeanine had responded with innuendo.
And she’s a great mom.
Things don’t always follow rules!
Grey Exists.
That was her wedding dress color.
This story was co-written by Fox Kerry (not me) and Smillew Rahcuef (that’s me).
We call the concept the Two Headed Horse Tails. (There’s a pun. Same as last time)
As Fox (still not me) describes it, Two Headed Horse Tails can be a tug of war. Two people (one of them, me) are trying to get a tale into the corral, sometimes even against each other’s will.
Here are the rules (made to be broken):
- 200 words total. (we broke it, and made it 300)
- Each person gets 40 words for their paragraph/portion, where whoever starts a story would get 1,3,5 (120 words), and the second would get 2,4 (80 words). (we broke it, and made it 6x50 this time)
- And they can switch back and forth as to who starts it. (or not!)
What about finding yourself another horse writer (!) and giving it a try? (I was about to say, you could try by yourself, but, mmmh, that would be like a one headed horse tail, like regular)
This was our seventh tale (time flies with Fox). Here are the previous ones (read them again¹!):
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6| Part 7| Part 8| Part 9| Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13| Part 14| Part 15| Part 16| Part 17| Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20| Part 21| Part 22| Part 23| Part 24
(1) pretty please :)






