Clyde's Tales

by Salivanth

Clyde and the Lake Beast

Once upon a time, there lived a young, eminently sensible colt by the name of Clyde. Young Clyde lived with his mother, an eminently sensible mare named Claudia. Claudia and Clyde lived next to a somewhat sensible pony named Carol, and her not-so sensible son named Chris. It was the day of the sprout market, and Clyde and his neighbor Chris were to go and pick up some sprouts for the first time.

"Now, Clyde. They say a beast lives in the lake on the way to the market. Apparently, the beast loves the smell of sprouts, and the taste of pony. So don't stand near the edge Clyde." Claudia warned. Carol warned her son as well.

Clyde nodded and said goodbye to his mother.

Clyde easily avoided the lake on his way to the market. When he was coming back, he met up with Chris.

"Hello Chris."

"Hello Clyde."

The two eventually came to the lake with sprouts in tow. Chris and Clyde gazed at the lake for a moment. Clyde was thinking of testing the myth, and going to the edge. Clyde quickly dismissed the thought, as he wanted to live another day.

"Is the lake beast myth true, Clyde?"

"I do not know. But it would be best not to test it out. I don't want to lose my life, or the alfalfa."

"I'm going to test it Clyde! I don't care what you, or my mother says. I am an independent pony, and I will make my own choices." Clyde only rolled his eyes, and continued on the path to his home.

Clyde safely returned to his mother. Chris was never seen again.

The moral of the story is: Mother knows best.

Author's Note:

By SwiftStroke.

Comments

[Salivanth]

I love you guys :D Clyde's Tales is like a perpetual motion machine. I post a story, and within a day or two someone's already fired off another one. I'm actually slower to respond than you guys are to write them!

Now that we've hit the arbitrary milestone of 10,000 words and because I feel like it, I figured some people might like to see the birth of Clyde's Tales. Here's where it all began. Scroll down to the end of Page 1's comments, and start reading. I also recommend the story attached :)

[Alondro]

*Stephen Magnet burps, then notices all the shocked readers* Well, if he'd given me the sprouts I'd have eaten those instead! It's not as if he fixed my moustache or anything!

[SwiftStroke]

Ten points to whoever guesses the tale this tale is based on!

[Fire Feather]

6348492 Tangled? The last line makes me think of that, but I don't think I'm right.