One day the “Laird” of Pretties Island decided to make what one could call a horse deal with one of his neighbours. The neighbour looked the horse over and it appeared to be in very good condition. As a last precaution he grabbed a handful of hay and gave it to the steed.
The Laird who saw this incident quickly said,
‘I’m told the animal has a *spavin, but I’ve looked and cannot find a trace.”
The neighbour then stooped over to see if the horse had one while the seller quickly grabbed the hay out of the horse’s mouth.
The neighbour took the nag home but returned with it the next day asking the laird if he knew that the horse had no teeth. The reply was:
“It’s a good fault for it would not eat as much feed.”
If anyone knows who the Laird of Pretty Island was please email me.
While firemen have built up a company they did not forget the social side of life. Years ago the firemen’s picnic was the event of the season. It was held on Pretty’s Island, and the date was fixed to correspond with the ripening of John McCann’s corn – his contribution to the feast, as that was a big item on the bill of fare. Howard Morton Brown