The Horse Was
A badly written piece of faux-inked nonsense masquerading as great literature by Jayne d'Arcy. Blame her brother, Jim, for being the sweet, precocious child he was who mangled his best friend's name into Ronny Gumfarm. Enjoy!
Ronny Gumfarm tweaked his nose, sneezed and coughed for a second time. The horse over in the next stall stomped its hooves and neighed in annoyance.
With a shrug of his thin shoulders, Ronny Gumfarm plopped his overly articulated skeleton down onto the nearby bale of hay, and picked nervously at his teeth with his pinky fingernail.
It was Jolene Bombashoot's fault.
Ronny Gumfarm sighed as a thoroughly goof-sodden expression sogged over his freckled, narrow face.
"Jolene " he breathed and coughed for a third time. This time the irritated horse kicked the wooden slats of its stall sharply with its hooves. Ronny Gumfarm was rather too far gone thinking of the plush Jolene Bombashoot as he sighed, coughed, and sneezed.
The Little Explorer
Tissoe was two days old! And, his mother had let him go outside to explore all on his own. Not one of his many brothers and sisters to bother him, he had the entire, great wilderness that was the outdoors, all to himself.
He wasn't too good at flying. Not at first, anyway. He bumped into something that had wonderful smelling, white blossoms that spilled pretty yellow powder all over him.
If he could giggle, he would have.
His wings all a-buzz again, he careened slightly downwards, caught an updraft that carried him over a wonderful patch of grass blades that tried to stab him, and maybe, well, just possibly, he did laugh as he caught a wonderful updraft that carried him away from the blades of green. He buzzed past a blur of yellow and black stripes hearing a rumbly tumble of words cautioning him to be a careful youngster.
Tissoe tried laughing again. The breeze helped and up he went and breathlessly landed on the flat perch of a yarrow pad. He wiggled his proboscis in irritation and f