~Sam~
12-19-2004, 02:41 AM
OK... So. I'm out in the barn cleaning horse stalls about 11:30 this morning, and I'm just about finished with Precious' stall, and Ken walks back into the barn from goin' over to the house for a bowl.
He comes walking up the main ailse, towards the stall I was muckin' out, scratches his beard thoughtfully, and says; "Our babies are coming home."
I look up at him from breathin' saw dust and horse shit, and I go; "WHA?"
"I just picked up a call from Dolly." And lowering his voice, he continues with his story... "She's frustrated and can't handle having the goats over there."
"So... what did you tell her?"
"I told her you were out in the barn, but that we'd be happy to come over and pick up those goats. And I told her not to worry."
I looked around at the stall I was almost finished with... "I'll finish this stall and then we'll go. Take the dog crate out of the back of my truck would ya, Ken?"
He says; "Go ahead and finish both stalls. Hell, you're almost 90% done with this one, and the other doesn't look too bad. Here... let me get this wheel barrow if you're done."
"No! Hold on. I'm almost finished, I just have to fork the hay out of the final go round."
Kenny took the wheel barrowful out then, and I went and looked at Raven's stall. It really didn't look too bad, so I said 'what the fuck'.... I'll just go ahead and do this up quick and then we'll go and pick up the girls.
And, we did.
When we got to Dolly's, the goats were standing on her front porch. She had told Ken that they were standing against the new storm door she'd just put in.... told him a whole bunch more too.
I walked around to the front of the house and called the girls. Ylsa put her head up high and came running to me. Well, bounding is a much better discription... with Ally bringing up a close second.
At that point, Dolly came out of her back door.
Now, Dolly is one of the only women, of whom I know, who can walk on crusher run barefoot like I can. We met this way... I had described myself to her as an over-the-hill, incompetent old fart who has no business fuckin' around with horses. And when I showed up in her driveway to look at her horses, she said when she looked at me... "Why I don't know why you described yourself as old! You look great." Hell. She should be living in this skin with me
I have great respect for this Gal. Heck. I've never met another woman of my height, of my build, and of my Out-Fucking-Rageous demeanor, berfore... ever. This, we had said together, was a meeting of Sisters of the Soul. And so it has shown itself to be.
To get on with the story...
The look of complete horror on her face was endearing. And when she launched into her list of excuses that she'd thought I'd need to hear... I just broke the fuck up. This is what she launched into:
"Marsha! You can't imagine what I've been living through! They didn't sleep out in their stall last night. They slept out underneath the oak tree. And they follow me all over the place. And when I go into the house they know just where I am. When I walk into the bathroom, they go around and stand against the back door. Then, I have to pretend that I'm going into the other room... and when I get to the end if, I crouch down and try to sneak back into the other room so they don't know where I am. But they know exactly where I am. They're smart... too smart... it's spooky. It's like being haunted by goats.
"It's a like horror flick... you know, where you hear this bell ringing, and then the monsters show up?" (an aside: the little goats have chinese bells on their collars)
At this,,, I just throw my head back and laugh my fuckin' ass off. Hell's Bells... I have beautiful new teeth now, I had better be able to throw my head back, with complete abandon and laugh with mouth wide open.
"Dolly!" I say to her. "It's OK. Don't worry about a thing. These girls are no hardship on me. And when and if you want them back, they're yours."
"Oh, After the New Years, I'll have some money for fencing." She says. "Then I'll want them back. I love Ally. But Ylsa is a bully."
"Yeah, I know that. But you should see the separation anxiety I have goin' on over in my barn. Christ! You'd think someone had cut someone's throat, or sumpthin."
"Really?" Dolly, open mouthed says to me.
"Really."
Kenny and I set to gettin' the goats into the back of the truck where they promptly beat the shit out of one another, and we all headed down the road... Cody trying to get in the front with us and Kenny tryin' to fend him off.
We stopped in the liquore store on the way back and picked up a bottle of Disaronno. Man! But I've developed a real taste for that stuff.
We unloaded the girls and put them back in the goat pen... where all hell promptly broke loose. After that sad story I told you about the grief and parting yesterday... they had already begun working on a new pecking order.
Now... At this time... I'd like to reckon this scenario to the one where Sam dies... comes back as Xe... comes back as Amita... then comes back as Sam and tells everybody what has really and truly happened... and nobody believes that she's on the up-and-up and I don't blame them...
But after Sissy and Ebony and Kai... Not to mention all the others who shared in this bleeding of hearts... have cried their goat tears, and I have spent time comforting them... The Sisters come Back !!!
WTF !!! You're supposed to be gone... Like, FOREVER !!! And here you are back again? Tell me it isn't so!
Well... I had to live through it all over again...
This time, I had to laugh at the absurdity of the instant replay I flashed back on, after today's events had played themselves through.
Anywho folks... The tribe is back together again... for now. Maybe when Dolly gets her shit together and gets some fencing up, she'll take them back again... but for now, they're bedded down for the night, had their grain and hay, had some lovin' from Ma & Pa... had some shredded carrots... and been said good night to.
Guh Nite... Tha...tha...tha..tha...that's all folks.
Samwitch
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He comes walking up the main ailse, towards the stall I was muckin' out, scratches his beard thoughtfully, and says; "Our babies are coming home."
I look up at him from breathin' saw dust and horse shit, and I go; "WHA?"
"I just picked up a call from Dolly." And lowering his voice, he continues with his story... "She's frustrated and can't handle having the goats over there."
"So... what did you tell her?"
"I told her you were out in the barn, but that we'd be happy to come over and pick up those goats. And I told her not to worry."
I looked around at the stall I was almost finished with... "I'll finish this stall and then we'll go. Take the dog crate out of the back of my truck would ya, Ken?"
He says; "Go ahead and finish both stalls. Hell, you're almost 90% done with this one, and the other doesn't look too bad. Here... let me get this wheel barrow if you're done."
"No! Hold on. I'm almost finished, I just have to fork the hay out of the final go round."
Kenny took the wheel barrowful out then, and I went and looked at Raven's stall. It really didn't look too bad, so I said 'what the fuck'.... I'll just go ahead and do this up quick and then we'll go and pick up the girls.
And, we did.
When we got to Dolly's, the goats were standing on her front porch. She had told Ken that they were standing against the new storm door she'd just put in.... told him a whole bunch more too.
I walked around to the front of the house and called the girls. Ylsa put her head up high and came running to me. Well, bounding is a much better discription... with Ally bringing up a close second.
At that point, Dolly came out of her back door.
Now, Dolly is one of the only women, of whom I know, who can walk on crusher run barefoot like I can. We met this way... I had described myself to her as an over-the-hill, incompetent old fart who has no business fuckin' around with horses. And when I showed up in her driveway to look at her horses, she said when she looked at me... "Why I don't know why you described yourself as old! You look great." Hell. She should be living in this skin with me
I have great respect for this Gal. Heck. I've never met another woman of my height, of my build, and of my Out-Fucking-Rageous demeanor, berfore... ever. This, we had said together, was a meeting of Sisters of the Soul. And so it has shown itself to be.
To get on with the story...
The look of complete horror on her face was endearing. And when she launched into her list of excuses that she'd thought I'd need to hear... I just broke the fuck up. This is what she launched into:
"Marsha! You can't imagine what I've been living through! They didn't sleep out in their stall last night. They slept out underneath the oak tree. And they follow me all over the place. And when I go into the house they know just where I am. When I walk into the bathroom, they go around and stand against the back door. Then, I have to pretend that I'm going into the other room... and when I get to the end if, I crouch down and try to sneak back into the other room so they don't know where I am. But they know exactly where I am. They're smart... too smart... it's spooky. It's like being haunted by goats.
"It's a like horror flick... you know, where you hear this bell ringing, and then the monsters show up?" (an aside: the little goats have chinese bells on their collars)
At this,,, I just throw my head back and laugh my fuckin' ass off. Hell's Bells... I have beautiful new teeth now, I had better be able to throw my head back, with complete abandon and laugh with mouth wide open.
"Dolly!" I say to her. "It's OK. Don't worry about a thing. These girls are no hardship on me. And when and if you want them back, they're yours."
"Oh, After the New Years, I'll have some money for fencing." She says. "Then I'll want them back. I love Ally. But Ylsa is a bully."
"Yeah, I know that. But you should see the separation anxiety I have goin' on over in my barn. Christ! You'd think someone had cut someone's throat, or sumpthin."
"Really?" Dolly, open mouthed says to me.
"Really."
Kenny and I set to gettin' the goats into the back of the truck where they promptly beat the shit out of one another, and we all headed down the road... Cody trying to get in the front with us and Kenny tryin' to fend him off.
We stopped in the liquore store on the way back and picked up a bottle of Disaronno. Man! But I've developed a real taste for that stuff.
We unloaded the girls and put them back in the goat pen... where all hell promptly broke loose. After that sad story I told you about the grief and parting yesterday... they had already begun working on a new pecking order.
Now... At this time... I'd like to reckon this scenario to the one where Sam dies... comes back as Xe... comes back as Amita... then comes back as Sam and tells everybody what has really and truly happened... and nobody believes that she's on the up-and-up and I don't blame them...
But after Sissy and Ebony and Kai... Not to mention all the others who shared in this bleeding of hearts... have cried their goat tears, and I have spent time comforting them... The Sisters come Back !!!
WTF !!! You're supposed to be gone... Like, FOREVER !!! And here you are back again? Tell me it isn't so!
Well... I had to live through it all over again...
This time, I had to laugh at the absurdity of the instant replay I flashed back on, after today's events had played themselves through.
Anywho folks... The tribe is back together again... for now. Maybe when Dolly gets her shit together and gets some fencing up, she'll take them back again... but for now, they're bedded down for the night, had their grain and hay, had some lovin' from Ma & Pa... had some shredded carrots... and been said good night to.
Guh Nite... Tha...tha...tha..tha...that's all folks.
Samwitch
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