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Johnny
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Date Posted: 22:39:00 12/14/02 Sat
The diminutive foal had been scrutizing the situation detachedly from a position yards from the conflict, mahogany orbs wide with comical incredulity. Too egotistical. To arrogant. They will never make it far in the life of the equine.
Not to say that our maniac was the most humble; be had a good head upon his shoulders. Reasonable enough. Verbose; but not perhaps negatively so, and intelligent. His thoughts of optimism were rejoiced in eleemosynary openness; still a wonderful contradiction to his name.
Although he had gone over this to himself many times, he brought the subject up yet again as he pondered his own emotional status in daydream. Perhaps his mother had named him this in humor? Or because of her expectations? As crude as the second option seemed, he did not put it past her. Her incidence was a rarity to him; leaving a shattered worth that would be crucially building this important years. His sister had diminished as well; his twin, his flesh. He had no one, and he needed interlacement.
Which brought him to this current position. Others opinions were extremely valued, his co-dependence level was high. For the infantile, each word as selected as politically correct, then polished and displayed with proper disposition. His goal was to offend the least number of people as possible but at least; belong. Perhaps that was why he admired Psyche, in a sense; her brazen grit and bold dexterous proved true with her cutting wit and blunt opinions. He would develop, in time, a wonderfully satiric and comical personality; but that, like his nimble limbs, he would have to grow in to.
The scuffle was…entertaining, to say the least, how the petty grovel at the feet of the royal. He was still moderately young to value the adult comprehension of supremacy, much less care about it; but the general vibe of the state of affairs was clear the lanky colt. When the peasants had scuttled off to their respective corners, the skewbald extended a spider-like limb in the direction of the other, more rotund one of his stature.
“Hey, Psyche. What’s up?”
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