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Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
unicorn lessons and furry abductions
2003-11-17
One little girl needed help convincing her parents that it was okay for her to continue taking riding lessons. Her parents were highly conservative and religious, and since the girl was taking lessons on a unicorn, and I was a lesbian, they were a bit upset. Inside the girl's house, I wrote facts about her steed on their tile entry way in crayon, since I knew it would wash off. I wrote that her horse had a horn. But I had to go before they noticed I was there. She lived across the street from me. The girl came to talk to me, and I told her to write more facts on the tile and gave her the crayon. She asked what to write, and I told her things like that her horse had cloven hooves. Then I explained what those were to her. We looked at the horse's feet. He was sort of like Cougar, from the barn, a black horse, when the dream first started. I showed how it was like two fingers on each side, while a normal horse had all the fingers fused. It was very strange, since his hooves looked like fingers with a strange webbing. I took the girl for a walk down the street to explain things. It was time for her to get home so her parents wouldn't worry. We decided to take the bus home. At the last minute, I grabbed the wire and signaled for the stop. The bus driver kept going. At this point I was going home with I think my sister, or someone else, not the girl. I began to get worried, as the bus didn't stop at any of the stops after that. I had thought maybe they'd just taken out that stop. As we got close to the end of the street, I began to worry that perhaps it was the wrong bus, and it didn't stop on our street. I tried to look for clues about what was going on. We turned off our street and kept going. The bus eventually pulled into this dirt area off some railroad tracks. The bus driver turned to address us all. "Who here is a Furry?" he asked. I laughed. I and about half the bus raised our hands. Someone in the back (who was not raising their hand) said, "Ew, Furries? I heard about those on MTV!" I yelled, gleefully, "Furpile!" At the same time a couple other Furs chimed in. The non-Furs shuddered and groaned. The bus driver, a Furry himself, had wanted to arrange an impromptu, secret Fur party, or invite us to one already going or something. Unfortunately, all it got us was far away from home. Everyone climbed off the bus. The mundanes filed past us Furries anxiously. I looked at the sky. It was sunset. I worried to my friend that we weren't going to make it home before dark. I saw an instructor from the barn, one of the non-Furs, getting off with her non-Fur friend. I laughed and called her name. "I'm a Furry!" I said gleefully, amused at her discomfort at being recognized for her association with one of US. She pretended to ignore me and hurried away. I bent down in the dirt. There was a pile of sticks and wire that had once been a person. They had fallen apart out of hopelessness. One stick impaled in the red-brown dirt represented their home, which they had lost. I pulled out the stick and began to pick up the remnants of the being, cradling it.
Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
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