Antares used her speed to her advantage, testing to see how agile the elephants were. They seemed to like staying in a close group; maybe she and Whym could find a way to trip them and– “I sincerely doubt we can become professionals in ten minutes or less!” she called back to Whym, trying to focus but finding focusing to be incredibly difficult, what with avoiding elephants and Whym’s unproductive comments. Antares wondered briefly if this was Whym’s way of coping with stress, but she dismissed the idea. She didn’t need to be thinking about that right now.
Whatever they were doing by scrambling around, it seemed to work. The elephants clashed together and turned on each other for a moment. Antares turned to face Whym as she was poked. “Pillow?--No, don’t–exactly–” She realized the noise must have gotten to Whym. Every time she tried to get a word in, Whym acted as if she wasn’t even talking. Or maybe her own hearing was affected and she was speaking much quieter than she thought. Maybe a mixture of both. “Try to get them to run in a circle, I got an idea!” Antares neighed after her as Whym took off again. She ran in the opposite direction, feeling a surge of determination as her plan started to become more solid in her mind. If they could get the elephants flowing in one direction, then suddenly switch directions on them, it might cause them to stagger and trip over each other, perhaps giving them enough time to strike them on their heads and knock them unconscious. It was iffy, but better than simply trying to dodge. She wished there was a way to fully explain her plan to Whym, but the fewer times they tripped up the elephants the better. If they weren’t expecting it, it would probably be much easier to trip them.
“Does it matter why they’re pink??” she neighed at Whym’s question. She valued the mare’s curiosity, but she really needed to learn to prioritize.
“COME ON, MEN! AND WOMEN! HONESTLY, I DON’T KNOW WHAT MOST OF YOU ARE! CHAAAAAAAAAAARGE!!!” Baab cried, rallying the other elephants to him. Now that they were organized, they could easily squash the puny quirlicorns! “LET’S GET THAT STARRY ONE FIRST! SHE SEEMS TO BE THE LEADER!!!”
“Uh oh….” Antares saw them all collectively look at her and almost froze in place. She swallowed back the jolt of fear that shot through her, forcing herself to keep moving. To stop now would definitely mean death. Well, at least this way she would be able to carry out her plan more easily–if she could just get Whym’s attention. “WHYM!!! I’M GOING TO TRY SOMETHING!! BE READY TO KNOCK SOME OF THEM OUT!!” she shouted as loudly as she could as she ran around the group of pink elephants.
“WE ARE UNSTOPPABLE!!! WE ARE BRIGHT! PINK! ELEPHAAAAAAAANTS!!!” Baab urged his comrades on and they rushed like a wall after the dark mare. Her mane and tail looked like poofy clouds behind her. It reminded him of cotton candy, which reminded him he hadn’t had lunch yet, which reminded him how hungry he still was. “LET’S HURRY UP SO WE CAN HAVE LUNCH!!!” he shouted.
“YAY!!! LUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!!!” the others echoed his cry as they rumbled forward.
+550 words for this post (+1 chime each)
Word count total: 9273
Whym chime: 35
Antares chime: 34
Whatever they were doing by scrambling around, it seemed to work. The elephants clashed together and turned on each other for a moment. Antares turned to face Whym as she was poked. “Pillow?--No, don’t–exactly–” She realized the noise must have gotten to Whym. Every time she tried to get a word in, Whym acted as if she wasn’t even talking. Or maybe her own hearing was affected and she was speaking much quieter than she thought. Maybe a mixture of both. “Try to get them to run in a circle, I got an idea!” Antares neighed after her as Whym took off again. She ran in the opposite direction, feeling a surge of determination as her plan started to become more solid in her mind. If they could get the elephants flowing in one direction, then suddenly switch directions on them, it might cause them to stagger and trip over each other, perhaps giving them enough time to strike them on their heads and knock them unconscious. It was iffy, but better than simply trying to dodge. She wished there was a way to fully explain her plan to Whym, but the fewer times they tripped up the elephants the better. If they weren’t expecting it, it would probably be much easier to trip them.
“Does it matter why they’re pink??” she neighed at Whym’s question. She valued the mare’s curiosity, but she really needed to learn to prioritize.
“COME ON, MEN! AND WOMEN! HONESTLY, I DON’T KNOW WHAT MOST OF YOU ARE! CHAAAAAAAAAAARGE!!!” Baab cried, rallying the other elephants to him. Now that they were organized, they could easily squash the puny quirlicorns! “LET’S GET THAT STARRY ONE FIRST! SHE SEEMS TO BE THE LEADER!!!”
“Uh oh….” Antares saw them all collectively look at her and almost froze in place. She swallowed back the jolt of fear that shot through her, forcing herself to keep moving. To stop now would definitely mean death. Well, at least this way she would be able to carry out her plan more easily–if she could just get Whym’s attention. “WHYM!!! I’M GOING TO TRY SOMETHING!! BE READY TO KNOCK SOME OF THEM OUT!!” she shouted as loudly as she could as she ran around the group of pink elephants.
“WE ARE UNSTOPPABLE!!! WE ARE BRIGHT! PINK! ELEPHAAAAAAAANTS!!!” Baab urged his comrades on and they rushed like a wall after the dark mare. Her mane and tail looked like poofy clouds behind her. It reminded him of cotton candy, which reminded him he hadn’t had lunch yet, which reminded him how hungry he still was. “LET’S HURRY UP SO WE CAN HAVE LUNCH!!!” he shouted.
“YAY!!! LUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!!!” the others echoed his cry as they rumbled forward.
+550 words for this post (+1 chime each)
Word count total: 9273
Whym chime: 35
Antares chime: 34
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men....
