Horse Story

Once upon a time there was a horse walking down the road. It was dusty and thirsty, for it had come a long way. As dusk was setting, the horse came to a little town and made its way straight to the saloon. In it walked and up to the bar, where a bored bartender was polishing the same glass over and over again. The place was empty, except for three drunk men who were sitting at a corner table, playing poker.
"Whisky", said the horse.
The bartender didn't respond.
"I said: Whisky!"
No answer.
"I said Whisky", said the horse again, louder this time.
Finally the bartender turned his head a bit and said: "We don't serve horses here."
"Excuse me?" said the horse.
"I said: We don't serve horses here." The bartender went back to polishing his glass.
The horse stared at him.
"So where do they serve horses?"
"Across the street."
The horse nodded slowly, said "Thank you" and walked out of the saloon, across the street, and into the other saloon.
The place was packed. There were people everywhere, dancing, singing, talking, laughing and of course drinking. Music was playing and everybody was cheerful and happy. The horse made its way through the crowd and up to the bar, where no less than seven bartenders were struggling to get drinks to everyone.
"Whisky", said the horse.
No-one seemed to notice.
"Whisky", said the horse, louder this time.
The seven bartenders kept flying, serving drinks to everybody but the horse.
"I said: Whisky!" said the horse again, when suddenly someone was tapping it on the shoulder.
The horse turned around, and there stood a little girl.
"Excuse me", said the little girl, "but in this saloon we say 'please'."
"Oh", said the horse, "of course. My bad." And turning back to bar it said: "Whisky, please."
And in an instant all seven bartenders were right there, asking: "On the rocks?"
"Yes, please."
One moment later the drink was there, and the horse took a long sip.
"Ah!" it said. "How refreshing after such a long day of travel."
"You're not from around, are you?" asked the girl. "Where are you from?"
"Kamchatka", said the horse. "And you?"
"Alaska", said the girl.
"Wow", said the horse. "What a coincidence. I heard one can see Kamchatka from there! Fancy we're meeting here in-- where are we exactly?"
"This is Bumfucknowhere North America", said the girl.
"Oh", said the horse.
The girl smiled: "Want another drink? My treat."
"Sure."
And so the horse and the girl kept drinking, and they drank happily ever after.