The Realm of the Pachyderm

I couldn't not share this.

The sky was a slightly hazy blue as the fruit flies thundered into my partially open eyes. Walking past an orchard full of rotten fruit has a tendency to attract those oppressive demons, those pestilences that ring true to the horrors of Exodus. On top of the pungent smell of moldering fruit and dying fruit flies coating my nostrils, the smell of three very bored horses also drifted my way, putting the olive right into my Satanic Smells Combination cocktail.

I love Orem.

[This really did happen to me today on the way to my chanter lesson.]