the cattleman’s boy.
Walking up the midday footpath towards me a rangy youth dressed in dusty boots and grubbed up Levi’s held up with a stockman’s silver buckle, faded check long-sleeved shirt and a beat-up old hat as shady as a beach umbrella, loping past me now, a sharp glance in my direction, not unfriendly. Reason enough.
’There’s a horse up the road looking for you, mate.’ I said.
Five steps on he turned and said, ‘Has it got three legs or four?’
‘Five.’ I answered, and if he smiled I never saw it.
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You should have asked him to spout some Aussie poetry.
Google 5 legged horse and see what you get