A Life Lived in Hundreds

by Botched Lobotomy

1363

‘O he called out to the maiden so fair...’
Everything was cozy and warm and the fire was flickering bright. Tea Kettle and all the rest were dozing sleepy, but right now Smith had eyes for only Pearly, whose song was soft as feather-fur...
‘I’ll climb on up there
and make you a mare!’
Pa chuckled and Ma was frowning, but Pearly looked so pleased with herself that Smith decided to give it a go, sang out⁠—
‘and make you a mare!’
And Pearly went white, that got everypony going properly, and Pa cuffed her but they were laughing really.

Comments

[Bicyclette]

"whose song was soft as feather-fur", argh, i wish i could write with soft brushstrokes like this! and here, the first hint of certain feelings though of course Smith is too young to understand yet