Bridget Callahan is Your Best Friend

I don't know how to give enough credit for this story not being mine and being published in a book, and the link is on McSweeneys, and this is seriously one of the best short stories I've read in a long time.....Dave Eggers, this is AWESOME. I wish YOU were my best friend. I just had to record it here for posterity, but I'll go out and buy your book too,http://store.mcsweeneys.net/index.cfm/fuseaction/catalog.detail/object_id/2c1bfd66-f2a2-4c3f-9ca0-688a10f2c1fc/OneHundredandbrFortyFiveStoriesbrinaSmallBox.cfm I promise. Unless they're all just online :)



The Anger of the Horses.

BY DAVE EGGERS

Last week we let all the horses go. It seemed the right thing to do. We tore down the fences, burned the bridles and the saddles, and told the horses they were free. At first they hesitated. "Go, go," we said. "Go." And so they went, up over the hill, across the plain and into the mountains. Two days later they returned. "We're bored," they said. So we sat with the horses for a while, trying to think of something for them to do. Before we could think of anything, the horses had an idea of their own. "Let's kill all the rabbits!" they said, their black eyes alight. "Let's kill all those goddamned rabbits!" they added. The horses became more and more inflamed as they talked about the details of the plan. "We'll run and find them, help flush them out," they said, "and then you can shoot them since you have the guns." They were pacing and snorting, shaking their manes and tails, ready to get started. It turns out the horses had hated the rabbits for a long, long time.