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Clover, enjoying her peace, her serenity, her vanquishing of that silly milking business.

She has so many dreams! The babies are growing up. It’s Clover time! Time to think of herself. Time to pick up those hobbies she gave up when the children came along. Time to improve herself, maybe take up French. Or Italian? Maybe flute lessons and ballroom dancing and pastry classes…. The world is her salt lick!

Of course, there’s still family time, play time. Time to feel like a kid herself!
And time to relax. Perhaps schedule a nice seaweed spa massage and a hoof manicure…..

But… Hark! Is that the wind, blowing back in another direction?

Oh yeah. Yeah, baby!!!

Take that, little missy! TRY TO SIT DOWN WITH YOUR LEG TIED UP IN THE AIR. GO AHEAD, I DARE YOU.

Uh, hold on. I didn’t mean that.

I’m not daring you!

Stop thinking!

STOP THINKING!!!!
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