<font face=verdana size=1 color=silver><b>so many egos left to bruise</b></font> -- The Arena -- version 3.0, winter sky

Generator's used to being out on his own. Really. It doesn't bother him and it probably never will. Sure, he loves the odd social companionship every now and then - what horse doesn't? - but constantly being with the same group over and over? Ack, it annoys him. That's why he could be found, that chilly autumn morning, cantering merrily along through the snow.

Call it youthful frolicking, if you will. There's no real reason why a five year old stallion should be cantering along in no real direction through the snow, bucking occasionally to be amused by the canopy of rising and falling snow that it creates. He's such a dork, yo. Occasionally, he'll stop and prance a little on the spot, making, what he calls, little 'hoof angels'.

Ten minutes pass and he's bored again. Sigh. Now he wants, or, if someone was around to hear his request, DEMANDS someone to talk to. Picky, picky, Gen. Make up your mind! Either play in the snow, or have companionship. Anyone around was probably scared off by that display, anyway. He can't have his cake and eat it, too. But hey, he might get lucky.

g e n e r a t o rthe criminal in me is nothing new

g e n e r a t o r

the criminal in me is nothing new