The funny farm
El Ranchero
ranch dressing
Ross cross Dress for Less
Less is More
More or Less
If horses were wishes
When you wish upon a star
Star crossed lovers
Sons and Lovers
My Three Sons
Third time's the charm
Prince Charming
Please don't squeeze the Charmin
Charmander, Peek-a-Chu, Pokemon, go away
Go away little girl
Johnny Mathis?
Meanwhile back at the ranch, she sat looking out the window at the rain, at the horses in the rain, more sleek than ever.
Meanwhile back at the ranch the grass was being shorn by a patchwork flock of goats, whose relentless ruminations were a quiet cacophony reminiscent of car wheels on a gravel road.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, our hero was nervously pacing between the barn and the silo, plotting his next decisive move.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, Jeremiah confronted his parents on the wisdom of naming him after an amphibian.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, as a group of writers hurriedly recorded their thoughts before reading them aloud, one alone amongst them sat perplexed, wondering if recording and then reciting a random stream of consciousness, some of it vaguely humorous, would be well-received.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, she wondered about so many things, too many to capture as they flew across her mind. Thoughts on self-love as a radical act, on kindness, contemplations of loneliness, of alienation, of the meaning of community, of what is important to us and can we change it in time to save ourselves. Thoughts on human nature and if it is ultimately what will save us or destroy us and really, does it even matter? All this to the rhythmic thrum of the rain, the rain, the rain coming down from the roof in ribbons and ropes of water because she'd neglected to clean out the gutters. They must be filled with leaves she thought as she stared out at the chestnut-colored horses in the falling rain.
