Finding his feet and escaping the unicorns' trampling zone, Theo looked around for his horse, swearing under his breath. That had been a close one. One hoof in the wrong place -- one skull in the wrong place -- and no more Theo. That kind of danger wasn't what he'd expected when he signed up for this trip, and he wasn't happy about it.
"I'm afraid I lack insight into such fetid geography," Theo said, made snippy -- and pretentious -- by fear. "We could always try asking the rats."
He trudged towards his horse, which sensed his bad mood and shied away. Glaring at the animal, Theo addressed it: "Come here, you overgrown mammal."
"I'm afraid I lack insight into such fetid geography," Theo said, made snippy -- and pretentious -- by fear. "We could always try asking the rats."
He trudged towards his horse, which sensed his bad mood and shied away. Glaring at the animal, Theo addressed it: "Come here, you overgrown mammal."
Theo
"Poker" by ND Strupler is licensed with CC BY 2.0.
