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Mincielli

Everyone agreed Mincielli wasn’t the same after the big roan reared up and kicked him broadside in the head. Not many could survive a blow like that, and he spent the next week blacked out, a bump big as a walnut over his right ear. For sure he wasn’t dead, but he wasn’t of this world either. We just figured he was lost somewhere in between and hoped he’d find his way back. When he finally came to, he wasn’t the same old Mincielli anymore. He was friendlier, more agreeable. It was as though he’d been away on vacation, and just sat in the bakery telling everyone where he’d been, how balmy the weather was there, and how glad he was to be home now, back at his job in the feedstore, all rested and ready for work.