"Almost. Almoooost." the stallion narrowed his eyes as he looked at the black shape that stretched away from beneath his hooves. His wings twitched as he bent his foreleg, and then stomped down on the ground, whinnying in feigned annoyance as his shadow escaped again. He laughed and went still, eyeing the ground.
"I'll get you yet.." he said, this time trying 'the element of surprise', finishing his sentence and then pouncing at the shape on the grass that followed him everywhere, that mysteriously changed size depending on the height of the sun in the sky and that seemed like a strangely spooky version of himself at times.
That didn't work and he ended up rolling over in the grass, his wings flapping about as he did so. When he had finished rolling, snagged a mouthful of grass and lay there chewing slowly, as he tried to work out how exactly he was going to catch his shadow. Whilst he was laying there, he heard a soft buzzing nearby and turning, he saw a fat, fuzzy bee.
It seemed to be bumbling along through the air and he wiggled along the ground along beneath it, wondering what would happen if he tried to catch it. He had heard that they would sting if threatened but he wanted to know if it was as soft as it looked. So onwards he crept behind it and sometimes beneath it when it flew a little higher, following it and trying to work out when was best to try and catch it.
