Three Words On Your Birthday - Anthology

by Duplex Fields

Boop, clop, squee

Silver Spoon was just a small earthfilly. Silently, she thanked her parents for having such a large dresser full of fancy clothes, one she barely fit underneath.

She knew how to hide; she'd been doing it all her life.

Clip, clop, clip, clop. Down the long, echoing hallway the hoofsteps rang. Clip, clop toward the room she occupied. She shivered at the thought of being caught.

Golden sunlight shimmered through the gauzy curtains of the mansion. It was just out of reach. Silver Spoon longed to sit in the sunbeam, safe and secure, her hide warming in its gentle touch, with nothing hunting her.

But it was coming.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up. The hoofsteps paused outside the room. She breathed as silently and shallowly as possible; she hoped, she hoped it would turn and walk away.

It sniffed the air, and turned slowly toward the room.

With a rush and a clatter of hooves, it dove toward the dresser! Silver Spoon knew she had been cornered, and backed away, but it kept reaching, stretching out its hoof. There was no hope of escape this time!

She felt a cold horseshoe brush against her nose.

"Boop. You're it."

Author's Note:

for bri-sta on dA on 4/10/13. Prompt: boop clop squee