[open] i'm waking up, i feel it in my bones; any.

[Thiago]

Thiago got up on his forehand, shook the dust and the grass from his body, and attempted to put his posture to rights. He watched her plop down into the dirt beside them, and he relaxed somewhat. Two grown equines, sitting in the dirt, positioned like bird dogs at the ready. It was a bit preposterous. But still, Thiago shook out his head and gave the multi-colored girl the (third) eye. After all, this was a pretty lady, and this was breeding season. And he likes Girls.

He likes Giohde..

But when she laughs at him, he immediately looks away, into his shoulder as if being a shy debutante. Because that is the way Thiago shows that he’s shy or embarrassed. I don’t know why. It just is. I think you and I are going to be great friends, Thiago.

Just the sound of his name on her lips is a thing of wonder. Normally he’d be in his lean-to sobbing over a pint of dirty water. Or something. The fact that she was just strange enough to appreciate his strangeness…

It was nice.

It was unusual.

But it was very nice.

And so Thiago looks back at her, suddenly feeling brave enough to ask the question. “So, what’s with the eye?”

D’oh. So close, Thiago.

So close.

But you flunk charm school.

THIAGO

here comes peter cotton tail, hoppin down the bunny trail

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