A Fairy Tale......

Once upon a time, there came to the Valley, a gal who believed herself to be all that.

"All that" was anything and everything she turned her eyes upon. With a focus unworldly, she zeroed in on the local horse community. Convinced of her inevitable greatness due to serving as a foster home for horses in need, she set about righting wrongs and educating the great unwashed masses. Dipping her toes into the roiling waters of normal people, she became disenchanted with a few notable locals. They just didn't know how to do things properly and even worse, a few were evidently scofflaws in her opinion. And most damning of all, most people did not want to hear her message!


Snubbed, she started a chat group. Which quickly became known as her own personal fiefdom, where a dissenting thought was never welcomed, and all eventually became wary. Many left the group, for safer havens elsewhere, but she was quick to type "good riddance" and move to the next target. It was ever her style to publicly belittle and trounce a persons' reputation-deserved or not.

As time passed, she became enamored of another species. With great enthusiasm she jumped into learning anything and everything goats. In just a few short weeks, she became the "expert" her ego demanded, and shortly thereafter purchased a starter herd from a reputable local breeder.

But as the months passed, of course the breeder could not possibly know as much as "All that" and she began to question her choices. Since she is not capable of making a mistake, any misjudgments had to arise from the breeder, and this caused much dissension over time.

During this, she sought to make a name for her farm. Which meant joining clubs and chat groups, and showing the ignorant the error of their ways. And then of course, running things since she could do things so much better than anyone else. Eventually she became an officer of the local club, and there, proceeded to ramrod the organization to her bidding. With words uncounted and a force of ego amazing to behold, she had her way. Who could stand firm in the flood? No one.

People became fearful in her presence, but outwardly friendly. But when she saw something amiss-correct or not-she ran with it. She ran so hard she propagated damaging lies and misinformation and caused several other farms and breeders much distress and anguish and lost business.

And then I, yes I, the blog author, decided one day to "like" a Facebook page. Silly me, I did not know she was involved with the page-and I was promptly booted from that page, and then another. And then not just booted, but personally ignored. Justifiably upset over the action, I questioned it. Which lit a firestorm on the local email lists.

With much gnashing of teeth and wailing and many blistering walls of text, she defended the indefensible. With the tenacity of a Tasmanian devil, she tore into one person and the next, publicly eviscerating the supposedly guilty right along with the innocent. She refused to let people join the club, refused to acknowledge members, and so on.

So the club went on without her. With excellent legal advice at hand, the club continued its business, and elections and went forward with plans for the future.

But my goodness the discoveries made, my my!

Fractured Fair(y) Tales