`Dripping blood` was always on Cassie mind.

`Dripping blood` was always on Cassie mind. The image of blood is the only image that comes to mind when remembering her past, the days before she came to live with the Shelton`s
and 'the accident'. Cassie tried to block it out, but anything could bring it back. The gushing of a hydrant brought on the image of a spurting severed artery. Shelton's abatoir
was no longer the happy place it had been for her before 'the accident'. Now the drains running with blood & terrified bellowing of the cattle caused Cassie horrible flashbacks of
that night she slipped and fell into a giant cow pat. It was horrifying, the cows mocking Cassie as she tried to get up, before being pushed back by their leader. "You like that?"
"Stop bullying me!" cried Cassie as she struggled out of the huge pile of cow poop, which seemed to be getting larger. "She's shrinking!" said a cow, Psilocybin mushrooms towered
Above Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters as they got off their bus. Cassie had become a calf and hung out with the cow for safety. The Queen had just turned 90 and there was a big
shindig in her honor to be held next weekend. Naturally, being faithful to her royal subjects and animals alike, Cassie and her new livestock pal were invited. RSVP by hoof only.
What was left of the press erupted in outrage. By calling for the RSVP to be by hoof only, they were giving the prerogative to the stable ahead of the queen. The Loyalists called
it unfair. All these years being told that their vows to the crown didn't count anymore since we she was only a figurehead. Well, our queen had just been insulted & our vows meant
something. Within 3 days half of the country was in open warfare with the other three quarters. Without seeing the insult there was no understanding the violence that ensued. MGHM

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