Morgen
Morgen had seen a lot of things in his life, and really, a flyin' ship shouldn't have been enough to make his jaw drop, and yet here he was, lookin' like a fuckin' trout as the Ark dipped down from the skies. "Why in the fuck-" He began to whisper, before the colt spooked properly and tried to race the fuck back to the herd.
No noob when it came to this sort of fuckery, the wrangler dug the heels of his boots into the soft earth and leaned his weight back. Luckily he was wearin' gloves or else the rope would have burned through his fingers somethin' fuckin' awful. As it was he was able to hold onto it, haulin' back with all of his might to keep the colt from galloping off.
"Hey-" He yelled loudly toward the ship. "This is a unicorn, not a pegasus. Yer gonna have to land to load."
No noob when it came to this sort of fuckery, the wrangler dug the heels of his boots into the soft earth and leaned his weight back. Luckily he was wearin' gloves or else the rope would have burned through his fingers somethin' fuckin' awful. As it was he was able to hold onto it, haulin' back with all of his might to keep the colt from galloping off.
"Hey-" He yelled loudly toward the ship. "This is a unicorn, not a pegasus. Yer gonna have to land to load."
Now it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get
But you only want the ones that you can't get
