“A horse is a horse, of course of course, and this one will talk ‘til his voice is hoarse. You’ve never heard of a talking horse? Well, listen to Mr. Ed.”

I sure would like to meet Mr. Ed, thought Blurtso. Maybe I should take a trip to Hollywood…

“Third boxcar, midnight train, heading west from Bangor, Maine. Grey donkey with worn-out hoofs, I don’t pay for a thing I use, I’m a burro of means by no means, king of the road…”