The King’s black pet was sleeping in a big thicket when he was woken by the sound of a voice singing. He sleepily raised his head, blinking towards the early rays of the sun that was filtrating through the forest. He wanted to laugh at the sun, mock it for the fact that he had lost his grip on the world. But the Monster was still halfway asleep and had trouble knowing if the urge to laugh was a dream or an actual feeling.

He shook his head and as he tore himself from the warm embrace of sleep he heard the last line of the song very clearly. “I don't want to see you scooping up the field mice and boppin' 'em on the head." The words were strange and he didn’t understand them, but on the other hand - most words were strange to the black stallion. He knew a few and he learned more, but once and a while he forgot them again - mostly he just repeated words and sounds like a parrot - without knowing their meaning.

The Monster yawned and unfolded his front legs. When he got up he shook the last feeling of sleepiness from his body and sniffed the air to locate the source of the singing. He found a intoxicating scent of a mare and also the scent of the Edge. Humming the tune he’d just heard he picked his way through the forest. Yellow leaves had fallen from the trees and they rustled under his sleek hooves. He didn’t need to go far and soon he saw a dark mare on the ground. She was about his size with red mane and red highlights in her tail.

Her scent made his head spin a little, but the warm season was over so his instincts weren’t pulling on him as much as they otherwise did. Had it been the season of Birdsong the Monster would have probably just jumped on her. He had smelled the mare before - at the herdmeeting, but he hadn’t really seen her - he hadn’t really seen anyone on the herdmeeting but Snö and Mauja. It had been too many unicorns for him to notice individuals.

Curiously he leaned forward and saw a little fluffy thing in front of the dark mare. The Monster’s tangled tail whipped behind him and his muscles twitched. Then he sprang forward, jumping over the crouching mare. The rabbit bolted. A snort erupted from the Monster's nostrils as he landed just where the little animal had been. The black stallion started chasing it through the forest a happy grin twisting his unnaturally wide mouth.

[ooc; not proof read, will fix errors later x3]