Pippin the Pony rubs his nose on his friends shoulder. Why is he on the ground like that? It's not right! He gives him a slight bite. Come on! Get up you old fool. Finally, the other horse lifts his head just slightly. What?
"Get a move on."
"Not today, tomorrow maybe"
"No, it's now or never. They say the world will end today!"
"Psss. You've got it all twisted. That's not yet."
He rests his head again, and close his black eyes, too tired to even shake the flies off him. Pippin sighs.
"No, I don't and you know it"
His pal open his eyes again and looks back at him for a moment. Then he shuts them again and mumbles: "You're crazy"
Pippin sighs again and walk away. He can almost feel something. He doesn’t bother with what it is, he just knows it's time to walk away. Someone’s world is ending, that's for sure. He knew it this morning already. Something had gone from the creature on the ground. Now, in the dark of the night he had felt unsure who it even was. He couldn’t feel his presence any more, but his scent was the same. He didn’t look back. The grass was long and green, the moon was full and cold, so cold. It chilled him to the very core. But there was no revelations or salvation in what lay behind him. What was lost was lost.
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