I was going to tell you about Pony Island, and I had a story about thin wire fences and frenzies and finally getting the hell out of dodge all written out for you here. New things are happening all the time. Where the ponies live, in Maryland, my eye has got its bunny-twitch again. Just the minute I landed it's back, and that's got to have something to do with ponies or not-ponies. So I guess I'm telling you about Pony Island, and I guess telling you all about thin wire fences and frenzies and slithering out of my old skin in the Ohio River Basin just isn't right, because here I am, like it never happened, a bunny at home again.
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