Clara stifled a laugh when Dukey tried to pet the aging work horse, Piranha.  When Dukey turned facing her, pushing her hair out of her eyes her hand reached up to his. He asked if she was alright. She set her jaw before speaking.<br/><br/>“Dukey, I'm not alright. Today has been one disaster after another. This morning I fell in the shower tearing my shower curtain to shreds. The accident with your car was the best and the worst. The ride home with Daddy given me nothing but silence. I tried to get in his workshop, ended up breaking the file inside the doorknob, went to the barn to see Bruce, and the bastard sneezed all over my lucky dress. And the last straw, I went to shower and had forgotten a new shower curtain.”<br/><br/>Clara pulled her hand from his walked over to the bale of hay and sat down. “The best part of my day Dukey was meeting you. And I even ruined that. I am a klutz. Born with the name and living up to it on almost a daily basis. Since then, I have no one but Daddy in my life, because everyone in town is afraid of me like I am some monster.” She couldn't go on the tears welled up and she cried. Clara stood up ran over to Dukey she slipped on some oil from the old tractor falling into Dukey. The force of her fall caused her to land on top of Dukey, on a stack of hay. Sadly the stench rose quite quickly, it was the dung pile that she had forgotten to shovel into the wagon from Piranha's stall.