lun-at-ic

Updated: September 1, 2025

An' he's so fat an' silky he's liable to act foolish." "I'm going to ride him," said Ruth briefly, as she stepped to the horse barn door for a bridle. "Now, say, Miss," the man opposed feebly, "you could take the brown pony just as well; I don't need her a bit. And I tell you that colt is just a lun-at-ic, when he's been idle so long." "Thank you," said Ruth, as she started up the hill.

Richard Aumerle Maher - The Shepherd of the North