We knew something was up when the woman lured us into our rooms at 11am with false words and carrots. Once under house arrest we had our halters put on. That means one of two things; either the foot man is coming or Dr. Maggie is showing up with her needle collection. It was the latter.
Because of my severe needle phobia, they decided I should go first so I woudn't have time to brood. Dr. Maggie was very crafty and plied me with bits of Stud Muffin, which I'm afraid has the effect of blotting out any short term thoughts I may have. I was somewhat alarmed to feel the first stab and backed away hastily, winding us both around the two new posts in my stall. Her assistant rushed over a new batch of Stud Muffins and by consuming them non-stop, I was able to soldier my way through the ordeal. Then she grabbed my tongue and did a very thorough and quite personal search of my mouth and teeth. I don't know what she was searching for but she gave up and moved on to Doc.
He doesn't mind the mouth search at all and when she finished in his mouth he gave a hearty cough, laced with bits of muffin, managing to spread it liberally on their persons. He was very brave about his needles and just made his nose very pointy to show that he doesn't really care for the yearly stabbing.
Dr. Maggie stuck her hand in Molly's mouth next and extracted the longest, most muscular tongue this side of a Water Buffalo. Molly must do weight lifting with it to get it in that sort of shape. Molly had something called points on her back teeth so she was taken into the run-in and strung up from the rafters to have them "floated". She had been given a drug of some sort and was very relaxed and rather rubbery of leg. There she hung, with a large motorized device buzzing around in her mouth, sanding down the points. They must have been sharp because when the woman put her hand in to feel she said "Ouch". Meanwhile TJ could see all this from his stall and had a prolonged panic attack. He remembers Dr. Maggie as the fiend who came awhile ago and pulled out one of his baby caps. As he said "it's her agin ! she's mental an she jus wants to tak all our teeth an sell em!" He has a very Dickensian imagination.
Molly looked like the last customer at closing time and had to be helped back to her stall to sleep it off. Then Dr. Maggie decided she should try to make friends with TJ and reassure him that she is not a serial mule torturer. He would have none of it and refused to take a treat from her hand, spinning and jumping whenever she got close. I could have told her that once he has made up his mind, you can move heaven and earth and nothing will change it. I know this because I explained the electric fence to him in detail and he still says it's powered by evil forces that live in the wires and pinch you on the nose when you touch it. I'm sure he'd be an excellent recruit for the Flat Earth Society.
We were so releived that it was all over that when the woman released us we stampeded down the paddock like the hounds of hell were on our heels - actually TJ pretends it a herd of vets.