Once upon a time (back in the 80s) there lived an awkward foal. Despite being well over a year old, it was still definitely regarded as a foal and absolutely not a horse. Neither a filly or a colt, it was simply an indeterminate and dubious foal and a phenomenally awkward one at that.
In those days (back in the 80s) it was believed by the majority of the cognisant population that awkwardness was simply a hapless accident of birth but now it is widely accepted that it is not only awkwardness but life itself that is an inevitable, unremitting and unbearable accident of birth.
The awkward foal lived to be about six (6) and then awkwardly passed away.
The end.
p.s At the funeral there gathered a couple (3 to be exact) of animals (a donkey, a pigeon and a stoat) but they didn't know each other so no-one knew what to say.
p.p.s for example, eventually after the ceremony was over, (everyone was surprised at how long it was but said nothing) the donkey said to the stoat, "are you a weasel?" and the stoat said "no" and the donkey said "oh, i find it quite difficult to tell the difference," and then when it couldn't have been more awkwarder, the pigeon shat all over the coffin and it became even more awkward than it had ever been before.
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