We were on holiday and we decided it would be a good idea to hire some horses and go for a ride on the beach. There was a farm nearby which we knew from the day before that they hired horses, because we saw the sign saying so. We went there and the owner showed us the horses available. "This is a good horse for beginners," he said.
"How about that horse there?" I asked, pointing at one of the horses in the paddock, "what's his name?"
"Oh ... we haven't named him yet," he replied.
"Good" I said. "We'll have the horse with no name!"
At this point a young lady came out of the farmhouse followed by a boy about ten years old. The owner greeted them both and picked up the child and put him on his shoulders. They all giggled happily.
"You must be strong," I said, "carrying him like that so easily!"
"Oh ... he ain't heavy, he's my brother," said the young lady.
"This is my fiancée," said the owner of the horses, "we hope to get married soon. She likes animals very much. She would like the wedding reception to be held at the local zoo. Just by the monkeys cage!"
I thought he was joking; then I saw her face ...
At this point, the magic of wedding bells and happiness ever after was suddenly shattered as one of the horses let off an almighty fart that turned the air blue. We were all gasping for breath by the smell. I must have been in quite a state and very shaken by the experience ... and violently shaken I really was ... as I woke up from a most disturbed dream.