Three Line Tales, Week 96

ponyI don’t look like the other Exmoor ponies, with  my blonde mane and tail but when I asked Mum why, she told me one night she had been standing drowsing.

She dreamed a magnificent white stallion had visited her and she couldn’t resist him.

Sadly I did not inherit his single horn

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Filed under Flash fiction, Self compositions, Whimsical

2 responses to “Three Line Tales, Week 96

  1. Good one! That last line made me laugh! 😀

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  2. Ha haha ha. Brilliant. Loved it. Wicked!

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