Stoned out of her mind

Sunday night we took a walk out the farm road. We went farther than usual, right up into the farm. I wanted to pet the ponies and donkeys. Dan hung back with April so she didn't get kicked. He started whisper shouting 'she's coming!' Dude - who cares, she doesn't mind we come up her. Remember, we're the ones she likes. She being our somewhat "crazy neighbor' who most of the neighborhood doesn't really like. Cuz she's crazy. But she seems to have taken a shine to us. Anyways, she walks over to where we were standing by 'Tickles' the short, fat, white pony. She was stoned out of her mind. Wasted. Took several attempts at talking before she really got used to it and could carry on a conversation. She's somewhere in her 50's, thin, wirey, hipppy, college professor. But we like her just fine.