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"That's a horse of a different color!" the man cornily responds.
"More of a horse with no name," you wryly retort. "I'll take it!"
So now you're in the middle of July, in the middle of nowhere, on a horse.
Humming the appropriately-related America song,
you suddenly take notice of a haze forming. Positive the heat's getting
to you, you try and figure out what's going on. Is it some sort of
a large special-effects device? Or is it a time warp?