The things his decisions touched hadn’t increased with time. Instead, he’d just started seeing a bit better at the outer effects of his choices. N...w, it felt like he couldn’t break wind without dire consequences. The world had become a dangerous place ... and he was not altogether certain of his role in its grand tapestry.He took a deep breath and used both hands to push away from the sill, a symbolic gesture to represent him pushing back the maudlin mood which had overcome him. His back firmed. He leaned against a ladder, well half of it, because Grace was leaning against the other half. She’d had him following her around like a puppy for the past hour, and she was quite impressed with his progress, she was sure she’d be down his pants in no time. Todd watched her as John told a story, only half listening, she was quite drunk and giggling a lot, a noise that he had decided he could never get enough of. He had even told a story, just to try and get her to laugh, and she had. And she. "Something is wrong with Candace. She is acting very peculiar. Buster, Red, Bob, and most of the male donkeys and Shetlands also seem to be very interested in what is going on with her," Jortah said, when we'd reached the pen."Candace is horsin'," I said."What is that?" Jortah, and damned nearly everyone else asked at the same time."Candace is announcing to the world, via her scent mostly, that she is ready for one of the males to get her next foal started," I said."Huh?" Jortah asked.I spent. The weather report was done about the same time Steven had finished his cup of hot chocolate. He shut off the television and filled the cup with water to soak in the kitchen sink. He went to bed to go to sleep, not doing anything special this time. He laid there a minute in the darkness before he decided to look at the journal entry one more time and turned on the light. He grabbed the journal and skimmed through it quickly one more time. He placed it back and shut off the light to ponder what.