Pony

There's a pony in my garden and it's eating all the flowers
Nonchalantly standing there; devouring them for hours
Casually ignoring all the wind and rain and showers
How I wonder whose the pony is that's eating all my flowers

Mostly eating yellow flowers, but it also likes the blue
Now I come to think of it, it eats the red ones too
Truly doesn't seem to matter, all of them it chews
At the rapid rate it's munching them, there'll soon be very few

Seriale was staring at the fire in the Pony... then a familiar voice sounded behind his left shoulder... the voice, of a murderer. Samfin... Killed of Dalgaroth... a friend of Seraile...

He could feel his heart beating in a controlled manned, his hands flexing, attempting to controll himself.. not to lose it... it must be done in a clean way... but of course they will find him.. its always him they go to... thats why they killed Dalgaroth... Because the fools were mistaken on who killed Goddefrid.. captain of the Trestlebridge guard...

Last night, I was working at the Prancing Pony as usual, but this time not with Erelayn. Erelayn had been attacked the night before and was resting at home. Anyway, instead of Erelayn, a young man called Theodrit was helping me out. In the afternoon, I was cleaning some tables when this dwarf named Garison ran up to me and shouted, "The prancing pony will be mine!'' I looked at him confused. He then ran off and started a conversation with a man named Miradon. I'm not sure what the dwarf said to upset him, but the next thing I knew they were having a duel outside the Pony.