Here's a triple drabble for you. I fear it's not very good.
Ever since she was born, the pony had known only hatred. She had learned to endure the fear that the sight of her masters instinctively caused, but nothing could subdue her loathing of them. She despised any being not of her own kind and her masters despised and tormented her. She was too small for them to ride. She knew not why she was kept alive. One day, she was taken to a fair green land. “We have a mission for you,” said the Nazgûl. “Bite and torment these Hobbit creatures and try to learn where Baggins is.” The pony neighed her agreement. She could not bite the Nazgûl as they had no flesh. It would be good to inflict some of the pain she had endured on others. She started to graze while she waited for her first victim to come along. The grass was sweeter than she had ever tasted before. After a while, a little girl skipped into the meadow. She was so tiny that the pony decided it would be easy to bite off her hand. The little girl approached. “Hello, pony!” she said. “Are you all alone here?” Surprised, the pony pricked up her ears. The little girl was talking to her and not calling her names. “Poor pony, have you no friends?” asked the little girl. “I’ve brought you some sugar! I’ll be your friend!” She held out her hand containing a sugar lump. The pony hesitated. This was her chance to bite, but found she did not want to, indeed, she could not! Instead, she took the sugar lump and nuzzled the little girl. The little girl took her home where her parents put her in a field with some friendly ponies. They called her, Snowflake and she lived happily every afterwards.
Aww, it's sweet. Also creative, as I hadn't considered myself why on earth the Nazgûl would send a pony into the Shire; that she was too small for them to ride makes sense. Thank you very much, Linda! =)
Ever since she was born, the pony had known only hatred. She had learned to endure the fear that the sight of her masters instinctively caused, but nothing could subdue her loathing of them. She despised any being not of her own kind and her masters despised and tormented her. She was too small for them to ride. She knew not why she was kept alive.
One day, she was taken to a fair green land. “We have a mission for you,” said the Nazgûl. “Bite and torment these Hobbit creatures and try to learn where Baggins is.”
The pony neighed her agreement. She could not bite the Nazgûl as they had no flesh. It would be good to inflict some of the pain she had endured on others.
She started to graze while she waited for her first victim to come along. The grass was sweeter than she had ever tasted before.
After a while, a little girl skipped into the meadow. She was so tiny that the pony decided it would be easy to bite off her hand.
The little girl approached. “Hello, pony!” she said. “Are you all alone here?”
Surprised, the pony pricked up her ears. The little girl was talking to her and not calling her names.
“Poor pony, have you no friends?” asked the little girl. “I’ve brought you some sugar! I’ll be your friend!”
She held out her hand containing a sugar lump.
The pony hesitated. This was her chance to bite, but found she did not want to, indeed, she could not! Instead, she took the sugar lump and nuzzled the little girl.
The little girl took her home where her parents put her in a field with some friendly ponies. They called her, Snowflake and she lived happily every afterwards.
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