| Subject: The golden mare stands atop a cliff, looking around the territory with lonliness. She shakes her white mane and snorts, scolding herself for being so depressed. Glancing at the clock a horrified look crosses her face, §My goodness, it's time for tea! The waters not even boiling! Marabeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaa!!!§ |
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Roses Have Thorns + Marabella
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Date Posted: 12:12:57 06/17/02 Mon
The bay trots up in her usual brisk manner, "What?"
§It's time for tea- get started on it right now!§
She sighs, "Well I guess there's nothing else to do, is there?" With that, the Thoroughbred prods an old kettle into a pit, "Got that fire stated yet?"
§Almost, almost...§ She pants out. A little spark emerges and the tiny mare jumps back. The spark dies out. §Go get some kindling.§
The Thoroughbred smirks and canters off. When she returns she is carrying a very small twig in her mouth.
§Oh thanks a TON, Mara.§ The little horse sets to work and soon has a very, very, very small fire started. She holds the kettle above it with her teeth, and soon begins to sweat. After a while the tea begins to boil and she sets it down.
"What's the matter? No tea bags?"
Roses Have Thorns begins franticly searching for them, §Oh! Here they are- under this-huge-um, very huge-rock.§ The strong little horse gives a final push and it rolls away. §Okay, we have tea-bags and water...cups!§ She brandishes a small wooden...thing...that has a hole cut- or dug -halfway into it's middle. She pours the tea in and sets in her bag of 'Extra-sweetend country-peach', then fills the cup up halfway with sugar and honey.
"Got any regular?"
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