First entertainment, number one.







Making horsies as usual.


Someone: I'm afraid to ask why would you need such a detailed horse...

Well, I religiously practice neighanity in fear that when horses rise above and enslave the human race to carry carrots and care for cargo and carelessly act as their cars, they will see me as their equal and grant me an outhouse in which I can practice my craft and make proud memorials of their excellent long faces and noses and puns regarding hay and neighing.

Two weeks later they instruct me to build a trojan horse. I go along with it, I'm on their side. They enter and have humans pull the giant wooden horse across the country to the residence of the up and coming beetles. Long have they been an invading pest, but the horses extend a hoove in peace. The beetles accept. I'm inside with the horses, they don't realize I'm a human by now. I don't care, I give the signal. It's night time and the beetles are outside roasting peanuts over a campfire. Before they know it, 40 horses storm out of the giant peace offering and the beetles are like hey guys I didn't know you were still around, come on and join, the horses accept the premise immediately and the beetles and the horses together form a plan to prank the beetle queen by having the young and rash prince fake an oncoming puberty. It's filmed, I had to film it, only my dexterious hands would push the record button in time. When we edit the footage later, they discover some footage I had not intended to show in which I practice horsing. Alas, the video was recorded before the big rise of the horses, and my horsing skills are clearly out of order. I am taken to the horse king, a big stallion bathing in hay all day, with the mane of a lion. Literally the mane of a lion, horses and lions have been breeding for many years by now. He looks at the video, and although there is disappointment in his eyes, he chooses to make me his apprentice. Perhaps out of love, perhaps out of fear that the video would leak out. He needs to keep a close eye, and would rather treat me as his son than have the kingdom find out the truth about my horsing skills of the past.

I need to go to bed, I don't know what happened. It's done.

- 20 February 2019. Which is a date that is not this date. It's a past thing. I wrote it in Discord, a chatting app, and I went back and found it. Here you go!

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