Waking of Saturday, November 10, 2018
I WAS GONNA GET THAT STALHORSE!
I set out from the Snowfield Stable
in the morning, and fortunately it took me all day to climb the mountain, kill
the baddies on top and find and suffice that golf-Korok. And when the world went dark, I sailed down past the
Lynel toward the maze and.... there were no stalhorses there.
I dashed past the Lynel and back to
the snowfield. No stalhorses anywhere.
Um.
“Where’d you see it, David?”
“By the maze.”
Huh.
Okay.
I slipped back past the Lynel ONE
MORE TIME.... And found a stalhorse. Excellent.
I knocked off its rider, tamed it, and took it back to the stable....
And as ever and always, the
stablehand at the counter blindly asked if I wanted to register my new mount.
“Yes!” Oh please oh please oh please.... XD I was already thinking of
possible names, and for some reason could not banish the thought of calling him
“Mr. Jingles”....
“Uh,” the stablehand pulled up
short, “that’s a monster, not a horse!”
Dang
it! XD
“I’m sorry but we can’t board
that... thing, here. It might eat the other horses.”
XD Well, couldn’t say I hadn’t been expecting that response....
I tried to interact with the
skeletal horse for a while. The other residents were certainly reacting to him
already, the people starting in shock at the sight of him, and the dog darting
away in fear.
I dropped some carrots on the
ground, but the stalhorse ignored them. Next, reminding myself just a bit of
Harry Potter, I tried some meat. The
stalhorse ignored this too. But the dog didn’t. He came hopefully padding up to
where it lay on the ground, but I picked up the treat before he could get it,
and he bounded away again.
I didn’t know what else to do, and
so simply remounted and walked in sedate meanderings for a while, admiring the
lightening scenery about the stable. I stayed with Mr. Jingles until the sun
came up, whereupon he bucked me off.... and died.
David was horrified at the sight
and sound of it.
I was just another horse short.
Ah well.
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