The snips

The girl and the village

I looked down over the village sleeping quietly, as the low early morning fog slowly creeped thought the muddy street. I looked to the east, the sun's just reaching the tops of the giant pines.
"Well ?Firchau ?, time to head down there,"I pat his front shoulder. He turned his head to the side. I step on his,enormous horn, as he lifted me up to his back.
"Good boy,"I pat his neck and reached into my saddle bag and pulled out a bell fruit,"here bud,"he turned and took it in one bit. I taped my heel against Firchau side, urging him to turn and head down the trail.
Strange, I think to myself, last time I left Omitted, it was so cold. Right now I wished I still had some of that Black power. I've never left Omitted, so I didn't know what to expect. The Breckish might make some amazing improvements to Omitted. I climbed off and walk him down the trail.
We reached the end of the trail, leading right into town. That's why I love riding Firchau, he's not afraid of anything and is docile with children which,in turn, made people see him as friendlier. It was easiest for him to work in a village than any other land animal.
I tapped Firchau rear, and he turned and left the trail and headed down to the north end of the village, to a big sturdy stall. He entered the stable excitedly, running around and around the thing. Then he looked at me with his big brown eyes. I knew what he was thinking, he was thinking, huh, this place is kinda cool, they're training something to be a horse.
I looked around the stable. They were all watching this....thing...goblin. It was about four feet tall, brown, wearing a horseless carriage that looked old. It looked like a fawn that had been hit by a arrow laying limp on the stable floor.