Prosecuted by the people of Rhode Island.
For buggery.
The judge heard, for several days, character witnesses for the horse. And at length, it was becoming clear that the horse was trustworthy and otherwise chaste, and at this juncture, presumed an unwilling participant.
They really had a good one, a Cincinnatus, a kind of Atticus or something, a Crispus, sitting there chewing his tongue and using Ivy League oratory to heap the besmirchment, the coloring, the characterization, and that, imputing so much evil and a whole lifetime of devilment, on a single unthinking, unplanned act.
He had his closing statement, with visual aids, video tapes and things, and finally, my own counselor stood up, and began his closing statement. Which was simply this.
"The horse didn't complain. Ask her, if you doubt it."
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