Alright, I had a thought...

The Rooster.

He's loud, if not much else. Maybe I'll just have to start a cock-rock band. I think I'll make my way over to the pen at some point tomorrow...

Oh my goodness, sometimes I tickle myself to no end. I'm going to be honest with all of you, the band scene isn't looking good at this point. I tried to round up (no pun intended) some of the other animals just to try some BGVs, but they just don't seem to have the enthusiasm I do. Alas, I fear that I'm forever sentenced to be a reverberating ( Read more... )

I want to start a band. I know there are a lot of challenges ahead of me, namely being a horse, clop, but I feel that I've got what it takes, that I've got the "chops," if you will. I don't even care if I reach the status of renowned international troubadour, I just want to get a group together and put down some songs. Unfortunately, my last soiree ( Read more... )

You know, I never really take it upon myself to think that I'm more gifted or more blessed than any of the other animals here just because I can type and all that jazz. Sometimes they get that impression, that I hold myself above them, but it's just an impression. If it's not my actions but their reactions that create a perception, whose fault is ( Read more... )

When Karen can't make it out to the stables on any given day, they send out this dullard named Chad to fill up my trough and do a couple of the other minor but essential tasks around my humble abode. He knows my name. He knows my stable name and my show name. He insists on calling me Mr. Ed. Let's be serious for a moment folks; this displaced ( Read more... )

Have you ever really sat down and tracked one single star as it marches across the celestial curtain? Clop? I get a chance to see this firsthand all the time because there's one crack in my stable's roof that's big enough to get a good view of a small section of starfield. I write about this alot because it's a very cathartic every single day when ( Read more... )

Clop. I think it's been a week or so since my last entry; evidently I had some sordid variant of horse-flu and spent a great deal of that time in the infirmary. As a stable horse I do alot of standing around in one place, don't get me wrong. But when a show animal is sick, you have amounts of unadulterated downtime that surpass normal levels with a ( Read more... )

I admit, I stole this from Vanessa. I'm a bad horsey ( Read more... )

What is the human preoccupation with wings and winged imagery? There's not exactly an imposing back catalog of equine literature to compare to, but in general we have no mythological obsession with the pegasus. Cloppity. In fact, that's just another example of the human application of subconscious imagery to conscious realization. Are angels real ( Read more... )

Every now and then when sol starts to filter past the clouds and the walls and my eyelids and my day becomes luminous once more as reality harasses me into another day I suffer an eidolon of overflowing and superfluous and inundated and overabundant sense and I can feel the siccity and broken caress of the hay and I can smell the madid blades of ( Read more... )