Bielen......Took his time, haunched over the highest branch he could climb to with his heavy bucket of flour and water mixture, he had added a bit of green dye for color.
Target aquired, he thought to himself, all grown-up but still pranking everyone he could. The townspeople for the most part took it all with a grain of salt and a laugh or two. Only one ot two (or five plus) times had he gotten in serious trouble for it.
His hands slipped this time--hopefully it would not end in disaster! For on the other side of the tree was his brother, who he intended to hit, instead te green slimey concotion caught the back and wings and fur or the lovely lady with her book still in hand; oblivious to her impending doom!
SPLASH!
Crash!
"Ouch----" he hissed, rubbing his head, for he had fallen shortly after the bucket of slime and landed squarely in front of the mare. Her wings were dripping and her hair clumped with the sticky green mess.
He couldnt help himself; he laughed, like a fool at circus he laughed and laughed! He felt both sheepish and rediculus as she surely did and his brother, seeing the mess, quickly made his escape leaving the two alone.
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