Memoirs of a Riding Instructor

Susan, a mother of three talented riders, who all, including herself take riding lessons from me was getting on her horse one day. She smiled a huge devious grin and asked if she had ever told me about Jake, her son, and his best friend Sally Bug. Of coarse this piqued my interest. “No, I can’t say I've heard that one,” I said sitting on the mounting block waiting to hear this story. “Well,” she said, “Jake must have been about three or four, and had a typical fascination with bugs. He would go around the garden and find all kinds of bugs. One day he came in with this giant soldier beetle.” “This is Sally Bug,” Jake declared but of coarse it sounded more like ‘Sawwy Bug,’ because he couldn't say his L’s well. “She’s my best friend!” He stated. Being the good mom that she is, she controlled her revulsion and said hello to Sally Bug. With that Jake went on to play the rest of the day with Sally bug in his hand. Several times he proclaimed that this was his ‘best friend’. Sus...