I made this up a couple weeks ago.
I’m not afraid to say my Grandmother was a call girl. She retired to a farm and raised
all kinds of animals but mainly horses. The one she loved the most was named Horace and when my Grandmother died in her home Horace whinnied outside her window for three days until his voice gave out. Well, in her will, she bequeathed Horace to me. So… I inherited , a whores, hoarse, horse, Horace.