Pastor Paul tells me Bible stories sometimes.
Once he told me about a Samaritan woman who met Jesus at a well. He asked her for a drink. I don't remember everything that happened after that. I think Jesus wrote in the dirt in that story too. Or maybe I'm remembering a part of one of his stories from Port Huron.
I'm hoping she comes by this well so I can ask her to get me a drink. I don't want to get my hooves wet.
When I get home, I'm gonna ask Pastor Paul to tell me that story again.
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