07-14-2017, 09:13 PM
Hearts will never be practical,
until they can be unbreakable.
(But I still want one.)
until they can be unbreakable.
(But I still want one.)
"Of course it's boring, why do you think I'm here?" the Tin Man says. "But seeing as most of us don't have magic, I prefer boring at the moment. At least till the herd gets to... ten horses, maybe, instead of five."
He swishes his tail. There are no flies around now that it's cold, and the Tin Man is thankful for that, but a passing breeze is pretty nippy.
"Why ask if I want to leave, though? Have you fallen in love and do you want to help me escape from my horrible, horrible life?"
A whicker of amusement.
"It's not that bad, though. So where do you live, then? Are you new here?"
The Tin Man