A tiny mouse is in your path, tugging what you would assume to be a cart the size of a handheld toy. The cart was filled with his worldy possessions, travel goods, and the like. He was a stranger in t... View MoreA tiny mouse is in your path, tugging what you would assume to be a cart the size of a handheld toy. The cart was filled with his worldy possessions, travel goods, and the like. He was a stranger in these lands, and always had to be cautious of the busy streets, keeping to the side of the path, lest one clumsy hoof be the end of him!
He played soft music while he walked, the cart saddled on his back so he could walk and play his precious lute, soft words from the small, but ambitious mouse, beckoning for anyone to come by and listen to this bard's tale.
"Honey was never quite an agreeable mare -
Her tongue tells tales of rebellion.
But she was so fast,
And quick with her bow,
No one quite knew where she came from.
Honey was never quite the quietest mare -
Her attacks are loud and they're joyful.
But she knew the ways of nobler colts,
And she knew how to enrage them.
She would always like to say,
"Why change the past,
when you can own this day?"
Today she will fight,
To keep her way.
She's a rogue and a thief,
And she'll tempt your fate.
Honey was never quite the wealthiest mare -
Some say she lives in a tavern.
But she was so sharp,
and quick with bow -
Arrows strike like a dragon.
Honey was never quite the gentlest mare -
Her eyes were sharp like a razor.
But she knew the ways of commoner colts,
And she knew just how to use them."
He didn't know if such a pony existed, he certainly hadn't met one by that name, but that was the fun of it. Telling someone's story on through song. Such things made his heart smile.
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