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hwrnmnbsol) wrote2011-06-16 10:04 pm
hwrnmnbsol) wrote2011-06-16 10:04 pm
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A Horse and His Boy and His Dog (100 words)
"I told you I would find you a girl," said Blood, whining in the back of his throat.
"I’m not a girl," said Aravis haughtily. "I'm royalty."
"Shut up, Blood," said Bree, the big talking horse. "We're not eating this one. Eating, or worse. We're all going to Narnia."
"Right, right; where all the dogs talk," sniffed Blood.
"Hey," said Vic, "I heard there's this chick there, gives out candy to boys – all you want."
"The White Witch," snorted Bree. "You don't want anything from her."
"The hell I don't," replied Vic.
"I could eat a horse," whispered Blood thoughtfully.
"I’m not a girl," said Aravis haughtily. "I'm royalty."
"Shut up, Blood," said Bree, the big talking horse. "We're not eating this one. Eating, or worse. We're all going to Narnia."
"Right, right; where all the dogs talk," sniffed Blood.
"Hey," said Vic, "I heard there's this chick there, gives out candy to boys – all you want."
"The White Witch," snorted Bree. "You don't want anything from her."
"The hell I don't," replied Vic.
"I could eat a horse," whispered Blood thoughtfully.