You’re handed a cup of something. It’s lukewarm and tickles your nose with a bitter scent. Not wanting to be a rude guest you down it in one go and nearly gag, it’s alcoholic! She pats you on the back as you try to get air into your windpipe again. The others laugh and jeer, some trying to emulate the feat themselves.
Your surroundings begin to blur. A small spark of worry fills the back of your mind – Zecora has been strangely quiet for a long time now. Not that it matters. The party is getting good and you’ve got a good buzz coming on from all this zebra booze. The fire illuminates the zebras, a veil of dark grasping the savannah.
yay its not over!~
Hope to see more soon
Nice
I'm getting a Rip Van Winkle vibe, here.
Really enjoying the humor and elements of transformation that you have done so far with this story. I’m looking forward to seeing more!
Wahoo, glad to see this one continue. Did you mean Sub-Saharan African here?
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Yes I did. Thank you.
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Ah... I recall this. I'm super happy its being continued and expanded. Not enough Zebra tfs around.