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Wings, peels, mane, that 'stache.... Some punks get all the glory. I am just a snail.

A Forest Tale A boy and his horse were traveling through a deep forest.  The boy piped soft music and his horse whinnied with delight until dusk fell, and they were both surrounded by mist. The boy knew to stay on the path, for anyone who strayed too deeply into the woods would be lost forever.  Young boys and girls who wandered too far were taken by the forest and changed into woodsy little imps called skull kids, never again to find their way home. And so the boy took great care as he and his horse traveled through the darkness. But even near the path, fairies still danced and sprites still played their games.  Around a tree two fairies

The Cucco Conundrum Link was getting thirsty, but he had made a point to never again drink from Kakariko’s well.  He knew what was down there. Chirping crickets stilled their night songs as Link shifted his position where he sat beside the windmill.  Not for the first time, he fingered his Ocarina in consideration.  He hated to dampen his lookout spot, but he really was parched.  A little rain would have to do. With a stretch and a groan he rose to his feet for the first time in hours and walked the short distance to the nearest sheltering eaves.  Bringing the sacred instrument to his lips, he trilled a soft little waltz that set the

Link opened his eyes. The old wooden rafters met his gaze.  The fire had died down, leaving only a subtle flicker from the hearth to illuminate the room.  There was the high shelf and its bottles of medicines... the little box with the blue ocarina shards... Epona's lucky shoe, rusted with age, hanging from a nail in the wall.  There was the wardrobe with the chest hidden inside, concealing its last few pinches of mountain gold dust beneath a Watararan shawl.  The old walking stick leaned against it, trailing with leather cords and owls' feathers and wolfos' teeth from Mido. There was the bureau strew

'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS... ON HALO for Joey 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Blood Gulch EVERY creature was stirring up dust, rock and mulch; The marines hunkered down amid gunshot and blast, In hopes that some backup would get there, and fast. The Covenant approached in their big purple sleds, While visions of massacres danced in their heads; My buddy with his pistol and I with my scope, Were in for the long haul. We hadn't much hope. Then out on the field there came such a great noise, I sprang from the bunker, past the rest of the boys. And into the foxhole I jumped in a rush, And peeked o'er the edge of the m