I saw the shadow of my car being swept down stream withall my clothes and other belongings. My legs were in the water. It wasvery cold.I thought I mig...t go into hypothermia. I held on tightly trying to pullmyself onto the land. I must have struggled for more than half an hour.It was so dark and there was no visibility due to the rain. But thelight still shined like a beacon. Finally I found myself laying facefirst in the mud. After resting briefly, I got up slipping and slidingtoward the house.. They sit very high on my chest and men often stare at them so I guess they must be OK. My legs are too long, I heard my guardian describe them as 'coltish' to a friend - which I did not like! But I do like the feeling of my legs as I run free in the wilderness or slide through the cool water of my secret swimming hole.At one stage I thought I had been punished by the gods for my sensual pleasures. It took me months to realize it was a gift not a curse. I had been playing alone in the woods. I found an indentation at one end of the plate that looked as if it were a handle of sorts. Even though I thought it would be too heavy to lift by myself, I grabbed the handhold, bent my knees, locked my elbows and pushed upright with all the strength my legs could generate. To my great shock, the plate pivoted upward so smooth and effortlessly that all my excess effort sent me flying backward onto my big muley butt.I stood up and rubbed my hind end as I contemplated the now open hatch. I. He rubbed the figure through the plastic, unable to detect any kind of coating. What if? What if he made a complete fool of himself? Well, who would know? What did he have to lose? He ripped open the plastic and pressed his lips hastily against the plaster. Then he read out the words on the sheet, just as hastily, thinking what a gullible fool he was being. He placed the figurine on a shelf, where it overlooked the compact living area. Then he flicked on the TV and slumped in front of it in his.