I love how clean the word December looks how pretty and virginal it looks in spite of its ropes harnesses  rasps hammers nippers nails scrapers cooling and exhaust fans turbines oils unguents poultices nursery divider rings troughs grease guns mats knee pads shovels spades forks blades needles syringes oral medications clippers ear tags and vaccines. Last night I baked cookies for the children attended by the fragrant bodies of animals cats the giant gold dog and the baby with its steel arm and hook sewn to a cloth bunny that swung from the door frame. Today I ride my ribbons.