Trips to the county fair are always resourceful. The animals are worthwhile and there is that undertone of care and love they get. The tools of husbandry are especially interesting and one device has always fired my imagination: the grooming table.
It is with such delight and reflection I stand over her now, enjoying a admirable Camel smoke. She is almost all gorgeous with a darksome latex smother hood stretched over her head. It is a wonderful contrast from that painted face mounted in the wall a not many days back. I inserted a pair rubber tubes up her nose holes to ensure there is no mishap with breathing. This was a safety measure as that babe has been locked on all fours stewing since sunrise.
My knees are killing me!!! The merely relief is to carefully hang my weight from that damnable butt hook this chab appears to be to love so much. I’m sweating from this exertion. I feel the sweat squishing around my chin and face hole. The tubes jammed up my nose are maddening and my breath is labored coz of em. I am engulfed in an oppressive, sticky blackness. The pressure, which was a mere sensation when this guy pulled it over my head, is aching now. The wickedest tickling and pricking assaults my skin; I imagine it get to be flies or mosquitos feasting.
I hear the door slam. Though I cannot watch or hear his movements, I am sure this guy is up to smth. My mind swirls with imaginings of what that guy is about to do. My head screams, “Please do something!” The phobia of what my own thoughts conjure reverberate in this smothering blackness.
Do I sense that that guy is close? I hold my breath to empty any sound in my head. Suddenly an acrid stench assaults my nose when I lastly inhale. That fucker is blowing smoke animal training me. I can’t avert my head as it is locked animalism the neck. With each inhale I get some other dose. I cannot escape it; I feel dizzy -- my body tingles and trembles.

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