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Not so far off, a plump faerie sits upon the back of its mighty steed, sipping of fermented honeydew nectar and basking in the sunlight, quite enjoying the heat of the summer, when suddenly a bluejay flew past, trumpeting loudly. The faerie tilted its head to catch the jay's message, before jumping up and screaming in excitement.
"Happy day, happy day, two colts are born not far away! Shall we go say congrats, my friend? I think we shall, before we... bend!" (The faerie was not so good at rhymes when it was sober, and right now it had taken a few steps past tipsy, if you know what I mean)
With a shriek, the corpulent creature kicked its trusted steed into action, setting off at a brazen pace of nearly five miles per hour. In no time at all, the pair had reached this happy little family, a paint and a paint and a black and two little colts. How joyful they must be, on this occasion! The burped loudly to announce its presence, before rising haphazardly into a standing position.
"Good day to you, oh joyful three!" Its voice sounded like a mixture of squealing and buzzing, and he paused to take a swig of its liquor, wiping the drool off its lips with a mottley purple arm. "You make a lovely fam-al-lee" It grinned at the trio of adults, sharp yellow teeth visible in the sun. Really, they made quite the attractive group of parents! Beneath it, the warthog huffed before farting itself into a sitting position, sending the fat purple faerie tumbling from its back. "Humph!" exclaimed the creature indignantly, staggering onto its feet before extending wings that should have been far too small for a creature that fat, yet miraculously managed to carry it through the air and towards the newborn colts. Lost in its drunken stupor and delight at the newborns, it remained blissfully oblivious to the tension between the equines, humming off-key as it buzzed towards Able's face. Behind it, the warthog scratched his ear lazily, still emitting a delightful cloud of stench.
"Happy day, happy day, two colts are born not far away! Shall we go say congrats, my friend? I think we shall, before we... bend!" (The faerie was not so good at rhymes when it was sober, and right now it had taken a few steps past tipsy, if you know what I mean)
With a shriek, the corpulent creature kicked its trusted steed into action, setting off at a brazen pace of nearly five miles per hour. In no time at all, the pair had reached this happy little family, a paint and a paint and a black and two little colts. How joyful they must be, on this occasion! The burped loudly to announce its presence, before rising haphazardly into a standing position.
"Good day to you, oh joyful three!" Its voice sounded like a mixture of squealing and buzzing, and he paused to take a swig of its liquor, wiping the drool off its lips with a mottley purple arm. "You make a lovely fam-al-lee" It grinned at the trio of adults, sharp yellow teeth visible in the sun. Really, they made quite the attractive group of parents! Beneath it, the warthog huffed before farting itself into a sitting position, sending the fat purple faerie tumbling from its back. "Humph!" exclaimed the creature indignantly, staggering onto its feet before extending wings that should have been far too small for a creature that fat, yet miraculously managed to carry it through the air and towards the newborn colts. Lost in its drunken stupor and delight at the newborns, it remained blissfully oblivious to the tension between the equines, humming off-key as it buzzed towards Able's face. Behind it, the warthog scratched his ear lazily, still emitting a delightful cloud of stench.
