Post by Dark Crescent on Mar 2, 2005 8:23:09 GMT -5
Shadow Star sat at his desk, his muzzle buried deep into the two parchments he was shifting his eyes on. It simply made no sense. The poems on the two documents appeared to be identical, yet there was one crucial difference between them. Only one line, which kept nagging at his nerves.
"...in the mist the morning comes..." the stallion muttered to himself, reading aloud a line from one of the parchments, then turned to the other. "...in the mist stands morning revealed... Oh, it makes no sense!" He threw the parchments from his hooves, frustrated. He glowered huffily at the poems, and his white forelock dropped on his eye. He had been working on this dilemma for the entire day. Shadow Star brushed the forelock back and muttered to himself: "Either the author was mad or I'm dealing with two copies of the original, which..."
His eyes widened and a grin lit up his face. He grabbed the parchments eagerly and studied them carefully. After verifying his doubts, he threw up his hooves victoriously.
"Of course!" he shouted.
The black white-stiped squirrel that had been sleeping comfortably on the mantelpiece was violently startled and looked up at the stallion with reproachful eyes. Shadow Star paid no heed.
"That must be it," he said contentedly as he examined the parchments again. "They must be copied by hand from speech, not from another parchment. That would explain the inconsistency. Now..."
Just then the squirrel suddenly jumped on the table, causing the parchments to scatter and the stallion to jump back in his chair. She stared up at him with a stern expression on her tiny squirrel face.
"What is it now, Streaks?" Shadow Star asked irritably. "I am at the verge of a breakthrough, and you..."
The squirrel let out a series or very annoyed chirping sounds and then scuttled over to fetch a peanut from a nearby table. She showed it to him, nibbled on it a bit and then chirped once more. Shadow Star stared at her blankly for a few moments, but then there was a loud growling noice. He was at once startled.
"But Streaks," he reproached her, "that was completely uncalled for."
The squirrel appeared to roll her eyes. Then she chirped and jumped on his shoulder and from there down to put her tiny head against his stomach. The growling sound repeated, and finally the stallion realised it was his own belly that was growling - of hunger.
He blushed a little.
"Oh, I see," he said when the squirrel jumped on the desk again. "Very well, I will eat now."
She seemed happy and chirped again. Shadow Star sighed as he looked at his parchments, all scattered on the floor now. But he did heed the call of his stomach and start outside, in search for something to eat. He had, as usual, forgotten to buy some food in.
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"...in the mist the morning comes..." the stallion muttered to himself, reading aloud a line from one of the parchments, then turned to the other. "...in the mist stands morning revealed... Oh, it makes no sense!" He threw the parchments from his hooves, frustrated. He glowered huffily at the poems, and his white forelock dropped on his eye. He had been working on this dilemma for the entire day. Shadow Star brushed the forelock back and muttered to himself: "Either the author was mad or I'm dealing with two copies of the original, which..."
His eyes widened and a grin lit up his face. He grabbed the parchments eagerly and studied them carefully. After verifying his doubts, he threw up his hooves victoriously.
"Of course!" he shouted.
The black white-stiped squirrel that had been sleeping comfortably on the mantelpiece was violently startled and looked up at the stallion with reproachful eyes. Shadow Star paid no heed.
"That must be it," he said contentedly as he examined the parchments again. "They must be copied by hand from speech, not from another parchment. That would explain the inconsistency. Now..."
Just then the squirrel suddenly jumped on the table, causing the parchments to scatter and the stallion to jump back in his chair. She stared up at him with a stern expression on her tiny squirrel face.
"What is it now, Streaks?" Shadow Star asked irritably. "I am at the verge of a breakthrough, and you..."
The squirrel let out a series or very annoyed chirping sounds and then scuttled over to fetch a peanut from a nearby table. She showed it to him, nibbled on it a bit and then chirped once more. Shadow Star stared at her blankly for a few moments, but then there was a loud growling noice. He was at once startled.
"But Streaks," he reproached her, "that was completely uncalled for."
The squirrel appeared to roll her eyes. Then she chirped and jumped on his shoulder and from there down to put her tiny head against his stomach. The growling sound repeated, and finally the stallion realised it was his own belly that was growling - of hunger.
He blushed a little.
"Oh, I see," he said when the squirrel jumped on the desk again. "Very well, I will eat now."
She seemed happy and chirped again. Shadow Star sighed as he looked at his parchments, all scattered on the floor now. But he did heed the call of his stomach and start outside, in search for something to eat. He had, as usual, forgotten to buy some food in.
(cont. elsewhere)