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The Last of the Ponycorns
The baby ponycorn took a long drink from the Still water of the pond. The Enchanted forest kept her safe and sound Though the reflection in the water gave her Chills that nearly woke the unicorns of old From there dead slumber Beyond the edge of the cliff where A fatal lunge they took, Saving the townspeople from the Dark and grinning Drago Thousands of years ago... Now Drago had returned! Through the ripples of the water His dark and sallow face Glared up at ponycorn. She hobbled away from the riverbed Staggering through the tall grass... On her toddler legs she tottered Into the city ruins, astrewn with the carnage Of past battles, she stood against a small stone wall Which rose into a tall pillar. As she closed her eyes In hopes of dreaming Of centuries past, She smelled smoke Through her nostrils... Her eyes shot open To the sight of Drago Charging towards her On a water buffalo, A torch high in hand, Laughing hysterically... The lean, sturdy little ponycorn Blinked tears out of her eyes As she flared her baby ponycorn nostrils, Kicked dirt up with her left hind leg, And charged! Thus is the tale of the last ponycorn.
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