Lesson in Florida Archetypes
This morning at the horse rescue I met our latest addition-- Callie. Beautiful red mare. Body condition probably between 1-2. Covered in sores and rain rot.
I was chatting with the farrier's young assistant about her when someone said "Well I guess she was owned by some redneck who left her tied up on their asphalt driveway with no shade and only fed her two carrots a day...." and the young man interrupted-- "NAH NAH NAH that ain' no redneck! I'M a redneck. That there's a HILLBILLY. Rednecks would be BEAT DOWN if they ever treated an animal that wayyy. Nah ma'am- I'm from Noath Caolynah-- and that is definitely a Hillbilly. Now you also gotchyoh Hilljacks-- but they don't come out the wooooods." and he laughs.
I was so taken with his pride and how officially certain he was about the separation between Southern types.
I had to go home and google the topic. Fascinating.
The horse--Terrible. And this Callie could not be more docile and sweet. Perfect ground manners and does exactly as you ask. All she wants is food.....
