Wandering (foals only)
Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 6:57 pm
A young foal trotted into a deep forest. The whispering of autumn leaves was all around him, like many voices, telling him what to do and how to do it.
Angrily, he shook his head. Everyone was always telling him what to do. He shook his head again, mane flying everywhere. He would show them. He would show them all, how he COULD be responsible and that he COULD look after himself and that he WASN’T a baby anymore.
His mother and father were the worst. He had always wanted to please his father, but to do that, he would have to do something great… and against the rules. So when he did try and please him, never did he get a ‘Wow, this is great!’ or ‘I’ve always wanted this. Thanks son!’ or, even worse, an ‘I’m so proud of you.’ It was always, ‘You disobeyed the rules again? How many times do I have to tell you not to do that? Now you’ll have to help your mother go and harvest flowers.’
He stuck out his tongue and his chin defiantly, imagining his father stood in front of him. “I don’t care what you say. I’m old enough to make decisions for myself, and that’s what I’m gonna do. I’ll become an Elemental, so everyone will shake when they see me and say ‘Have mercy on us!’. Or maybe I’ll become a Warrior and fight all the evil from the land and become the greatest hero of all time. Or I’ll become a Rogue, and everyone will fear me and my wrath. Boy won’t you and Mom be sorry then.”
Then am idea struck him. Slowly, his lips twisted into a smile. He had had a perfect idea. “I’ll make my own club,” he whispered. “For foals only. Without parents. And I’ll rule them all and protect them and the only way to become the next leader would be to defeat me in battle, and no one would try that.” He flexed his muscles to his taste. “Just think how proud Mom and Dad will be.” With a huge grin on his face, he trotted deeper into the forest, short tail twitching in anticipation.
Angrily, he shook his head. Everyone was always telling him what to do. He shook his head again, mane flying everywhere. He would show them. He would show them all, how he COULD be responsible and that he COULD look after himself and that he WASN’T a baby anymore.
His mother and father were the worst. He had always wanted to please his father, but to do that, he would have to do something great… and against the rules. So when he did try and please him, never did he get a ‘Wow, this is great!’ or ‘I’ve always wanted this. Thanks son!’ or, even worse, an ‘I’m so proud of you.’ It was always, ‘You disobeyed the rules again? How many times do I have to tell you not to do that? Now you’ll have to help your mother go and harvest flowers.’
He stuck out his tongue and his chin defiantly, imagining his father stood in front of him. “I don’t care what you say. I’m old enough to make decisions for myself, and that’s what I’m gonna do. I’ll become an Elemental, so everyone will shake when they see me and say ‘Have mercy on us!’. Or maybe I’ll become a Warrior and fight all the evil from the land and become the greatest hero of all time. Or I’ll become a Rogue, and everyone will fear me and my wrath. Boy won’t you and Mom be sorry then.”
Then am idea struck him. Slowly, his lips twisted into a smile. He had had a perfect idea. “I’ll make my own club,” he whispered. “For foals only. Without parents. And I’ll rule them all and protect them and the only way to become the next leader would be to defeat me in battle, and no one would try that.” He flexed his muscles to his taste. “Just think how proud Mom and Dad will be.” With a huge grin on his face, he trotted deeper into the forest, short tail twitching in anticipation.