Interrupting the silence

Life is about 12 steps beyond insane, but I did want to mention this here:

At the closing, it came up in conversation that I have a horse. I indicated where I kept him, and our lawyer – whose name I picked randomly off a list of recommendations provided by our real estate agent, mostly because she was the only woman – started laughing.
“We own Twinkie!” she said.
Twinkie, the semi-retired pinto lesson pony who lived three stalls down from Tristan.
I don’t know if this is a “horse world is small” moment or a “Vermont is small” moment or some bizarre intersection of both at once, but I laughed pretty hard too.

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