Full Moon

From up here it really did look like a horse. And when the clouds shifted, it seemed to be moving. You could think you heard a whinny and the stamp of a hoof.

It had dominated the discussions since it appeared. Old Graybor maintained that the shape of a thing determines its nature. The young realists thought it was more important what a thing does. This thing didn’t move, and it smelled of tree. Boldly Balin had cocked his leg and made it his own. Now he was leader of the pack.

Showtime. He lifted his head in a howl.

The 100 word challenge at Julia’s place. My favorites to date:
Always look a gift horse…  (Ventahl). Earth magic (Lisawieldswords). Horse n°36 (sjbwriting).

This week’s prompt below: a driftwood sculpture by Heather Jansch. Don’t miss the beautiful photos.

Photo by Julia.

The eden project also boasts the biggest rainforest in captivity: I hope they treat it kindly.

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