She was in bed on her back staring at the large face of a clock on her ceiling that she had painted many years ago.
"Tell me a story, ya' bloody thing", she angrily whispered, "All you do is tell me about time! Is that all you do!", her whisper turning into a shout," Why not tell me a story, o-or hello, or something. I'm just so sick of you telling me time all the time!".
She turned onto her side facing her night stand. She grabbed the digital clock that was on top it and held it up to
"Welcome ladies snickering, and CAULIFLOWERS to this faaaaaaaaan-bucking-tabulous event, where I will make sweet, hot love to this potato!", she turned around and pried open a cabinet behind her and reached in for a potato, but the cabinet was empty.
She turned back around, "Well it looks like she finally left me. She said I was too crazy or something; I had no idea… what… she… was talking about". The mare reached for a wooden stool, pulled it up to her and sat down crossing her legs.
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