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A cool file containing a short but entertaining pl
By: Phrynne
To: All!
Re: Primitive Life forms...
I was running a bit late for school this morning. (As per usual...) When one
is late to the eight AM session of the MIDI lab, (which I was), one has to do
a great deal of running around to find keys to get INTO the lab.
During my wanderings, I came across what I believe to have been a miniature
herd of the semi-mythical "homie". It was a small group with one diminuative
male, and two larger females. I was surprised, as the music building was not
part of their usual habitat. I later concluded that they had strayed from
their usual habitats in the search for shelter. Although it was not raining
hard, their pelts (especially the females) seem little able to tolerate even
the gentlest rain.
As I said, I the females pelts were delicate, and their tufted manes seemed to
droop just from the humidity inside the building. Their primative facial
decorations also showed slight wear just from the faint mist outside. The
male's pitted skin and mane seemed totally unpeterbed. Their lower pelts
seemed a bit more durable, though highly moisture-absorbent.
As I said the male seemed unusually small to possess even such a tiny herd of
females, and accordingly, the females interests seemed to wane. I began to
conclude that they were attending this male because he was in possession of
shelter at the moment, and their affections would withdraw with the rain. In
fact, I later observed this to be true. As the rain decreased, the females
huddled together, almost as if they could communicate like humans. The male
began to feel that his position was unstable when a mating attempt was
refused.
I am happy to say, I actually saw part of the undocumented "homie" mating
dance. The male sauntered forward, and faked a right hook punch to largest
female who turned down the offer by just looking bored, then turning away. I'm
afraid that's all I saw as the herd suddenly became aware of my presence and
became self-conscious.
Suffice to say that I am amazed at the vaguely human attributes these animals
possessed. Still, I feel that these herds are a getting out of control as
evidenced by the fact that this sub-normal male was able to obtain a herd, and
perhaps later, be able to procreate. I suggest that an open hunting season be
declared on this species until it's numbers are brought back within acceptable
limits, and the old and the weak are weeded out.
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