Clara made her way to the barn. She was really miffed at her Daddy for not opening the door. She had always been his precious little girl, and today she felt anything but. She thought over the incidence at Tractors Are Us. It was her fault, she knew it. Watching him strike out at Dukey like that without any words of introduction. Surely, Dukey would have no part of her now, she thought.<br/><br/>She opened the side door of the barn leading out to the small pasture where Bruce was standing. “Hi Bruce,” she said. Bruce walked over to Clara, and sneezed. “Bruce! You dumb jackass!” Clara looked at her dress, her day went from bad to worse. Bruce brayed at Clara in response to her yelling at him. “Look what you did to my dress.” Clara turned around and went back through the barn to the house to change out of her summer dress now coated with donkey goo.<br/><br/>Clara, forgot to shut the door to the barn as she ran back to the house. Today couldn't get any worse she thought as she readied herself for a shower. Undressing and throwing her dress in the hamper, she went to get in the shower, when she saw the torn curtain from this morning.  She became so frustrated she let out a blood curdling scream. It didn't change anything. Clara threw the mat down on the floor, a few extra towels, and took a shower. After finishing her shower, put on some tan shorts and a bright orange sleeveless shirt, her sandals, and proceeded to go downstairs to start supper for her and her Daddy. Oh my gawd! Daddy, she wondered if he had gotten out of the room yet. She knew tonight would be the worst night of her life.  She would never hear the end of it, she was sure.