Riza Hawkeye (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
followstheflame) wrote2010-07-29 09:18 pm
followstheflame) wrote2010-07-29 09:18 pm
Report 035 - [Accidental Video]
[Riza is outside of her house with Dakota. She sits on the steps and throws a stick toward the dog, who is getting bigger every day, but still keeps his fuzzy coat. After a few stick throws she turns to the side yard and tilts her head.]
You are allowed to eat the grass, Bartholomew. No one will mind.
[And indeed, there's a white unicorn in the side yard, though he's merely stand there looking majestic instead of grazing like a normal horse would, right?
Right. Except there actually isn't a unicorn. Because he's imaginary. Unless you drank the purple potion. Oh dear.]
You are allowed to eat the grass, Bartholomew. No one will mind.
[And indeed, there's a white unicorn in the side yard, though he's merely stand there looking majestic instead of grazing like a normal horse would, right?
Right. Except there actually isn't a unicorn. Because he's imaginary. Unless you drank the purple potion. Oh dear.]