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"Huh?"

     He drew closer to the spot but couldn't find anything. He firstly thought that his ears had jilted him by feeding him with the wrong spoon of ideas, but he wasn't sure whether or not he was the one jilting the ears. He looked from one end to the other. His hoofy legs which were bound to transformation had sundry sways on the earth. Leaves crunched under the humane leg as though twas a hoof. The claws reaching from the toes were few inches long. He wished they were longer than that. If they were, twould aid him in hunting, and of course that was of great consequence. His eyes were widened as he looked. He wasn't sure what he was seeing. His instinct probably was telling lies to him. If it was, there was pretty nothing he could do about it. He was merely and obviously a pawn. That was all he was. He wasn't more than that. He looked up at the sky again as though he was looking for what he had heard its croons or voice. Or probably the departed souls of the Centuars and Satyrs were calling him. Probably the willingness of craving of his father was pulling him. He was yet young. He was just three months old but was already fully grown. Most times he did lose track of how possible twas for him to maintain quite the numbers of things without falling by them. He thought their were greater than him which did have effect on him and had been channelling his course. He was of course grateful to the unseen force. He was bent on appraising it. He was bent on making a peace sign from it or him. A figment of his being thought it to be the one living beyond the veils he loved looking at above him. He wished one-day he would float there. He dumped his thoughts. They were of course nauseating.

him did hate them. He didn't know why, but of course time would test it. Twas outta the hatred he had often gone to steal their kids, the Cherubs. None of them ever discovered him.

in the underworld, damp darkness would heave a thousand and five times before drooling dawn would make for the hay. But he hadn't been patient to listen to the heartbeat of the night. Probably because he had been exhausted by the struggle. He asked himself. If he truly hadn't arrive at that world, was there any other world where he could had escaped to? He couldn't be sure. His mental Ken fleshened the marred memory of how

parts of his father's inheritance. He didn't care. All he cared for was exploring. For what would he do with the horns of Dionysus? His father had inherited it to have sons who would be pawns of the gods. And he wouldn't inherit such for he would seek those gods and find them as he did explore the figments of the universe. He