»how dare that daft creature disturb such a perfect disguise! why, he must've looked truly dead, but no...that snobby horse had to first whinny the living daylights out of him and then gave him a spankin' to boot! argh! prehaps she wanted a taste of her own medicine, ah, that's it. the furry brown coat writhes as the critter stumbles onto his feet. once the goal of balance is achieved, sharp, pointy lil' daggers aim for the ole fetlock again. slight hissing noise is emitted as the optics glint with a fiery blaze. better not cry, better not pout, what you better do, is find a way out...hehehe...« |