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 Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 1:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 2:00 pm
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 The caiman's usual indifferent attitude was far removed as an aggravating pound kept time in his head. He had a headache and no matter his form, it hit in rapid repetition just to the left of his forehead. An attempt to dunk his head in cold water had backfired spectacularly and he'd promptly secluded himself. Until the too-bubbly acha had begun prancing around.
Every hoof beat was like a rock to his skull and his eyes squinted, fluttering in twitches of pain and irritation. Oh Motherfather, not today. He flattened himself against the warm rock and hoped against--wait. It occurred to him that no one ever said he had to actually speak to the intended; nor had it been made clear that he must be seen. All right then.
Out of sight of the acha, lying in wait, a ghostly stag materialized. Through the caiman's eyes, he had seen enough. And tilting his head up, he whispered to the Motherfather.
"May his children be less thundering in their happiness," he began, wryly. "Healthy and considerate, shall they live."
With that, the stag vanished and the caiman scuttled backwards and into the chilly murk that would best conceal him. And though his head still pounded, he felt a thrill at the secrecy. What fun he could have. Though, he did so like talking to new parents or those who were parents again, maybe, a few times would be all right. |
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 6:52 pm
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