"Then someone wasn't doing a good job looking after it," Phyllia
stated, getting some control over her nerves. She had no intention of
looking at that *thing* again, but at least she wasn't screaming
again. "More likely it was a feral thing from the stables."
Still. Definitely not something pleasant to wake up to.
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown