Lord of the Dance

It has been 178 million days since my internment. During the day, in the light, it's not so bad. I can look down at the house, watch the dogs play in the yard, watch the Aunts pick veggies in the garden...

Every evening at duskish, at turnout time, the madness overtakes me...

Madness! (step, step, turn)   Madness! (step, step, turn) 

  Madness! (step, step, turn)   Madness! (step, step, turn)

Madness! (step, step, turn)   Madness! (step, step, turn) 

   Madness! (step, step, turn)   Madness! (step, step, turn) 

Madness! (step, step, turn)   Madness! (step, step, turn) 

   Madness! (step, step, turn)   Madness! (step, step, turn) 

Madness! (step, step, turn)   Madness! (step, step, turn) 

   Madness! (step, step, turn)   Madness! (step, step, turn) 

Oh, sorry, I was distracted there for a moment.

Even though they leave a red mare in with me each night, it is turnout time. I know it is turnout time, I should go out because it is turnout time.

If Mother puts me in the crossties on the porch, and then I go back in, it's OK. I don't mind standing on the porch at all. It's nice out there. Or, eventually, I settle down and eat my hay from my net, and take comfort in the mare staying in with me. But I will go mad if I do not go out! Mad I tell you!

Mother says tomorrow I will get to go out for a while with the horrible muzzle. I guess it is better than staying in my cell. (Step, step, turn.)