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Saturday, December 13, 2003
Totenkopfverbande.
Welp, I don't have much to write. Mitch wants me to write one of my classic, on the spot stories so here goes.
There was once a horse in a medow. A green, grassy sort of medow- a medow you would picnic in. This horse most likely had a name- oh, please don't ask me what it is. Whenever you asked this horse of his name, he would just laugh at you. Quite a silly horse, this one.
Anyway, names aside, this certain horse was a great horse. A fast, strong, leader sort of horse. But, he preffered to keep to himself and his medow- enjoying the placid silence and the wonderous beauty around him. The beauty of the grass and the flowers, the birds and the trees, the butterflies and the blue backdrop which encompassed it all.
One day a large, rumbleing animal of metal came to the medow and out of it stepped a tall man. The man looked about the medow with sadness, and the horse was a bit perplexed- why was the man so sad in this great place?
The horse approached the man warily- scopeing out what he could from his stature. Finally he decided to ask, ask why the man was so sad in this happy place. The man answered.. and it was a depressing answer, indeed. He had lost his family in a great disaster than only men could make, yet it was the sort of disaster that men could never imagine of. The horse felt a great deal of sorrow for the man, and they continued talking freely- and they became good friends, this free horse and this distraught man.
Soon, both of them passed away and all that remained was the medow. But, sometimes they say you can still hear the spirits of the man and the horse discussing things- laughing heartily as the sun waynes in the sky.
The moral of the story is: You never know where you will find friends.
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