TRIED IT?
Ivan Stepanovych did not believe in vets.
Wasn’t it all the same, a backyard crutcher or a vet? Sure it was...
“Would I take my colt to a vet? Never in the world. A backyard crutcher will do him, he’s no gentleman… He’ll tie them up tightly and yank them off. Just like cracking a nut.”
He said this and went to bed… Fell fast asleep and had a dream. A crutcher with a piece of rope came up to him… He made a noose and tightened it around Ivan’s nose, made a loop below his knee, and pulled his nose toward his knee, hitting him behind the knee. Ivan Stepanovych crashed to the ground with a croak. And then the crutcher took a pair of pincers and grabbed Ivan Stepanovych between the legs like a mad dog. Then he got a knife, dirty and rusty… A quick slice with the knife! Cut them off
