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Duhbya had always been deathly afraid of horses (stemming from a childhood incident for which there are no living witnesses). But Karl decided that getting some pictures of him riding could help stem the free-fall of his poll numbers. After all - it helped Reagan, didn't it?
So, he warily approached the horse, and mounts it, unassisted, and the horse immediately springs into motion. It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace (he thinks “Hey, this ain't too bad!”) But soon Duhbya begins to slip from the saddle. In terror, he grabs for the horse's mane, but can't get a firm grip. He tries to throw his arms around the horse's neck, but he slides down the side of the horse anyway. The horse gallops along, seemingly impervious to its slipping rider. Finally, giving up his frail grip, Duhbya attempts to leap away from the horse and throw himself to safety. Unfortunately, his foot has become entangled in the stirrup, he is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as his head is struck against the ground over and over. As his head is battered against the ground, he is moments away from unconsciousness when, to his great fortune, Frank, the Wal-Mart greeter, sees him and unplugs the horse.
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