The Purple Pony Club was once a high society affair where the blue bloods would spend the weekend riding horses. Of late it's been invaded by Bronies of a particularly mad type. They are trying to teach horses to speak. Unfortunately, they are finding out you can lead a hose to culture but you can't make it think.
This was something you needed to know.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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