Etwas the Elf

Etwas the Elf
Our heroine, photo by Maia Ycot

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

The Elf and the platinum pony

Once upon a time, Etwas the Elf was running through the forests of green grass, under the canopies of clover and around the stems of tall flowers when she saw a pony running through a meadow.  It's mane and tail shone in the sunlight as it ran.  It's face was a darker silver but still seemed to glow.  On its flanks, sweat glistened over shining silver fur.

The pony turned in the field and when it was facing the little knoll on which Etwas was standing she saw it's eyes were a vivid green and no white could be seen in them.

Finally the argent pony stopped at a small, limpid pond and lowered its muzzle for a sip of clean water.  Then it snorted and kicked and bucked and Etwas, swinging from the pony's tail yelled "Yee-ha! Fancy silver might be but it yanks the same as you and me."

And ever since then, Etwas has hoped to find a golden pony.


  1. Did Walela write this? It sounds like a dog and pony show.

  2. She wrote half and smoky wrote half. Good guess!