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RogerDodger
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Oceans II
Two sides of an ocean have only one thing in common: water.
I wonder... I wonder what lies on the other side of this ocean. Whoever is over there, what could be thinking? Are they happy thoughts, are they thoughts of sadness?
Perhaps I’ll know once I meet them—that is, if anyone else is there. Anywhere is better than here, though. If I travel at a fast enough speed across this body of water, then maybe I can catch them before they leave for the night. Whether or not I can jump it that quickly is the question.
I hear something behind me. Could it be the night watch? Probably. It’s not like this is the first time I broke the curfew, and I’m sure they’ll give me more than a citation this time. If I wasn’t born an earth pony, I could probably get away from this... this living nightmare.
No, it isn’t them. Just a friendly seagull patrolling the beach. I can hear the night watch in the distance, but I’ve got enough time to prepare myself for this.
I wonder if they have freedom on the other side. I remember seeing a beautiful patch of grass as a young colt with an even more beautiful flower in the center. Once the regime began, someone had stomped on it. Hard. Not a day had passed when I walked back outside and saw that the flower was dead, and the patch of grass had turned a light shade of brown.
From that moment onwards, I hadn’t seen much grass in my life.
But now, on this glorious day, I’ll finally be able to get away from all of this, to a place where the grass will surely be green, where the ponies are free, where I can live without fear for my well-being. It’s time to jump across the ocean.
It’s not too far, really. If I squint, I can see something way in the distance. Something like... land. The night watch won’t stand a chance over there. There’s probably a way around, but they’d surely catch me before I could make it... if I don’t die of thirst or hunger before then.
Oh, I hear something again. A lizard? Nope, definitely not a lizard. Much too loud to be a lizard—and there’s a voice. A familiar voice. That voice.
Drat, it’s the night watch. Let’s see the looks on their faces when I fly right over them and far away!
Sigh.
I know full well that I can’t jump this ocean. I know full well that there’s nothing in the distance. But as long as my heart disregards what my brain has to say, I’ll be just fine. I need to get home... my home across the sea. It's a long way home from here.
Well, here goes nothing.
I wonder... I wonder what lies on the other side of this ocean. Whoever is over there, what could be thinking? Are they happy thoughts, are they thoughts of sadness?
Perhaps I’ll know once I meet them—that is, if anyone else is there. Anywhere is better than here, though. If I travel at a fast enough speed across this body of water, then maybe I can catch them before they leave for the night. Whether or not I can jump it that quickly is the question.
I hear something behind me. Could it be the night watch? Probably. It’s not like this is the first time I broke the curfew, and I’m sure they’ll give me more than a citation this time. If I wasn’t born an earth pony, I could probably get away from this... this living nightmare.
No, it isn’t them. Just a friendly seagull patrolling the beach. I can hear the night watch in the distance, but I’ve got enough time to prepare myself for this.
I wonder if they have freedom on the other side. I remember seeing a beautiful patch of grass as a young colt with an even more beautiful flower in the center. Once the regime began, someone had stomped on it. Hard. Not a day had passed when I walked back outside and saw that the flower was dead, and the patch of grass had turned a light shade of brown.
From that moment onwards, I hadn’t seen much grass in my life.
But now, on this glorious day, I’ll finally be able to get away from all of this, to a place where the grass will surely be green, where the ponies are free, where I can live without fear for my well-being. It’s time to jump across the ocean.
It’s not too far, really. If I squint, I can see something way in the distance. Something like... land. The night watch won’t stand a chance over there. There’s probably a way around, but they’d surely catch me before I could make it... if I don’t die of thirst or hunger before then.
Oh, I hear something again. A lizard? Nope, definitely not a lizard. Much too loud to be a lizard—and there’s a voice. A familiar voice. That voice.
Drat, it’s the night watch. Let’s see the looks on their faces when I fly right over them and far away!
Sigh.
I know full well that I can’t jump this ocean. I know full well that there’s nothing in the distance. But as long as my heart disregards what my brain has to say, I’ll be just fine. I need to get home... my home across the sea. It's a long way home from here.
Well, here goes nothing.