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« on: September 04, 2018, 07:11:58 PM »

PseudoPod 610: Beneath Their Hooves

by Katharine Duckett
Narrated by Larissa Thompson
Hosted by Alasdair Stuart

PseudoPod 610: Beneath Their Hooves is a PseudoPod original.



We go to Grandmère’s house to ride the unicorns.

We only go once or twice a year, and it’s never enough. Riding the unicorns is the most fun a person could have, and I don’t know why we can’t do it every day. Mom never gives us a good reason. It’s not like ice cream, where it’ll give you a stomachache if you have too much. You could ride the unicorns for hours and hours. They never get tired. They prance and they fly a little, just a foot or two, and they’re blue and pink and green and purple, and their horns shine in the sun like candy canes, like candy canes after you’ve licked off all the red and made them white and sharp with your tongue.





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I'd like to hear my options, so I could weigh them, what do you say?
Five pounds?  Six pounds? Seven pounds?
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« Reply #1 on: September 24, 2018, 02:48:15 PM »

Oh, Grandmère. You're...creepy.
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« Reply #2 on: November 27, 2018, 10:56:26 AM »

Blech. Grandmere reminded me of Miss Havisham, trying to hang on to the glory days and never letting go of the misfortunes dealt to her. Except if she was also a necromancer...
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