and she came upon a man who was a horse wearing a diaper and shit trailed down his leg and there was a pacifier in her mouth and a riding crop in her hand and she would steer him by choking him this way or that with her other hand and we were all amazed by how far he had come, his palms and knees pink and raw and scabbed over and over, and she took offense and beat him with the crop, flogging him left and right until angry welts arose from his flanks and we all stifled a nervous laughter.