Wrangling

I once was a fence on a ranch.
I’ve seen some wild mustangs in my times. Some of them would kick at me while others gnawed at me. When the crazy pinto crashed through me, it sure did hurt.

Without being able to stand on my own anymore, I couldn’t continue doing my job so I was let go. I was down and about, tossed aside just waiting to be consumed by fire.

But a helping hand picked me up and gave me another chance.
I was reborn a coaster and now I am back on the ranch holding the vital hot coffee for the hard working ranchers