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 Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 9:43 am
"Now you're just messin' with me," Roc flexed his little wings. "I think you mean 'ravage', bro. Revenge is what follows when he breaks for the outhouse."
Roc sat down on his haunches and looked up at Larry.
"I don't think the old man has a villainous bone in his round body."
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 7:05 am
Larry couldn't help but break into giggles at Roc's comment about revenge. The image of a large, round stallion making for the outhouse after a particularly large meal was quite funny. "Oh but villiany comes in many shapes and forms," he smiled, "It can be strangely deceptive."
He pranced before Roc, "Imagine if you will should someone attempt to steal his food whilst he consumed it! Would such an unwary hand suffer a tragic fate? Or would they be reduced to a quivering mass.....by his crying for his pie?"
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 10:18 am
Roc looked down at his own rounded stomach, then back up at Larry.
"Nah, bro, trust me," he replied with a laugh. "He likes to share. I don't think there's been a day where he's let me skip out on a meal. Not just small snacks, either. The old man does three courses, three times a day. Seriously, if I don't do something I'm not going to fit out the door anymore."
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 6:37 am
Larry laughed as Roc spoke of his father's eating habits. He stood and wiggled his belly, puffing it out a bit. He had thought of a fairy tale his father had once told him.
"Oh the rotund scoundrel! He shall feed you until you are all puffed up. Unable to fly or escape! Oh how shall you waddle away before being caught!" he lamented. "Perhaps he means to fatten you up then pop you into a pie! Roc Pie!"
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 8:39 am
Roc stood on his hind legs and looked down at his belly. He couldn't see his own back hooves. Was that bad when you weren't technically a biped? He scratched at his head.
"I think magic pretty much propels me," Roc admitted finally. "My old man's wings never got him off the ground higher than a foot or two after a big meal. Which is, like... every meal."
Roc gave a sigh of resignation.
"So, you like poetry...?"
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 6:54 am
Larry smiled and nodded at Roc's question of his life's passion. Oh how he could carry on about his love, about the iamic pentameter of his heart's true desire. But very few actually cared enough to listen that much, and mostly it was his cousins.
"I adore the written word! I was actually enjoying a constitutional hoping to find inspiration for a poem!"
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 7:02 am
"About the only 'written word' you'll see around here is 'Bake Sale'," Roc noted, looking across the street to his father's shop. "Closed this week, though, it's restock and inventory week. The old man loves restock week, means he gets to buy more food. One week out of the year, he takes a great big inventory of what's been popular and what's been not-so-popular, then he plans on what to bake for the rest of the year. So I'm stuck out of school for the summer with nothing to do but eat and play my guitar."
Roc looked to his battered, old guitar.
"I was wondering about band camp..."
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 7:09 am
Larry listened as Roc described some big inventory deal his father was doing. Frankly it was a bit over Larry's head. Inventory was different at the flower shop since all their products were living things. But every store had it's ways of ensuring the customer got what they wanted. The red colt saw how sad Roc seemed to be with nothing to do but eat food and play his guitar. Then an idea struck him.
"Ah! My good friend, I have a lovely idea. Why don't you and I write something together? After all what are musical lyrics but another form of poetry? And I am not musically inclinded so your instrumentation will make our parts a whole!" the cold nodded, thinking himself quite wise. But he hadn't taken into account the kind of music Roc might play. He knew very little beyond classical, even with Draft and PARTY has uncles the concept of "rock and roll" was a bit beyond him.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 12:00 pm
"Alright, bro," Roc nodded. "What kinda theme you goin' for? Folk music? I see you more like... Gordon Lightfoot as opposed to say... Yngwie Malmsteen."
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 7:01 pm
Syrcaid "Alright, bro," Roc nodded. "What kinda theme you goin' for? Folk music? I see you more like... Gordon Lightfoot as opposed to say... Yngwie Malmsteen."
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 8:51 pm
"Well, you can do that with any genre, see? You can be metal or you can be folkish," Roc explained. "You can sing something like..."
Roc stood up on his hind legs and played a made up tune on the fly done as though he were playing the blues.
"Baby, ya got me goin' crazy,
Ya got me feelin' down so low.
Got me eatin' til I'm heavy, baby,
Now I can't even see my toes."
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 9:03 pm
Larry giggled at the lyrics, definitely not something you'd fine in a Shakespearian sonnet. Even if the larger woman was considered more beautiful than the starved model phonies these days. For once it felt good to just make up poetry without so much put into them, something just for fun and to give a laugh. Comedy, yet another facet of the venerable bead.
Larry decided to give it a try himself and stood next to Roc.
"Oh woe is me, and that of which I cannot see.
Candy and sweets, filled with all kinds of treats.
When shall your love fill me instead?
So for now, until worry eases from my brow,
I shall eat my fill, and only hope to pay the bill.
while your vision fills my head."
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 9:15 pm
Roc snorted a laugh, doing his best to keep playing as Larry sang.
"Wail, bro, it's not the blues unless you go...
Ooooh, bay-bayeeay~!
Ya got me spinnin' down an' down!
My only comfort now is eating pie!
Can't stand lookin' down, now, bay-beh,
Because my big gut meets my eyes!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 7:05 am
Larry was having trouble singing through his giggles now. It wasn't everyday that you rocked out about love and the loss there of due to eating. Perhaps he could use some of the verbiage he had learned from his cousin, Draft.
"Now let us bring it home, Roc!....
But baby don't look the other way
my heart is pure as a dove!
For despite what you might say
There's just more of me to love!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 1:49 pm
Roc let out a snort, doing his best to keep playing.
"You say you don' like 'em chunky,
You say you'll find another lovah!
Take me or leave me, I'm eatin' in,
Just me and all my blubbah!"
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