Holding Back the Tides of Time

>be me, bonky
>i am heading to the temple
>where my pickle horse-man pal, pickle horse-man has been tasked to hold the ass of eternity
>no one knows who the ass belongs to
>there's a big dividing wall that only the priests can go beyond
>but whoever the ass belongs to is not very shy
>i sit down in the PUs (Pews, Uncovered) and watch
>pickle horse-man is trembling and flinching as the eternal ass spatters and speckles him with poo-poo and doo-doo
>i reflect on how great his fate is, and how the great men and women and horse-men and horse-women of this world also have the greatest burden
>whereas a little grey donkey like me need not farted-ed and pooped on all day every day unless it is my wish
>and even then it would be an ordinary ass, in no ways special
>i rear my head back and make a religious noise
>it sounds like OOOoOooOoOoooooOoOOoOoOooOOOoOoo
>it's not part of this temple's standard worship practices or etiquette
>i just felt like doing it
>it felt right
>i get up
>and walk out
>i'm glad there are horse-men like pickle horse-man
>to hold up the ass of eternity
>so the rest of us may live as we please
>as i exit the temple through a side entrance
>(i didn't want to run into anybody)
>i walk past the poop cemetery
>and i spy
>a woman laying down her poop in the grass
>and begins to mourn it
>i reflect on her fate
>and all those who choose to mourn the passing of poop and gas
>and i am thankful for them, too.
>it's comforting to know that while I am free from such concerns
>someone out there is noting the passing of the time