<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Plough on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/plough/</link><description>Recent content in Plough on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/plough/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Bronze Horse 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bronzehorse.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bronze Horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 2&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fred waved his hands at me in an upward movement so I stood up. Once on my feet I was pulled over to three horizontal wooden bars on a frame. I would have tried to put up a fight but again a few hard swots with the stick convinced me of the error of that course of action. The first bar was adjusted so that it was at stomach level when I bent over at the waist. The next was just below my breast and the last above, so I could rest my shoulders on it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bronze Horse 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bronzehorse2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bronze Horse 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 3&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Many of the villagers were about their business and would stop and look at me. I found it most embarrassing walking thru the village to the fields being bald with green paste between my legs and on my head even if my head was covered with a leather hood. I was bright red the whole way. Of course as time went by I would have to get use to being naked in front of people and learn to accept it. I could see that but it did not make the situation any easier now. What was I thinking, I could not give up hope of escaping this madness and going back to my old life.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>