Day 794: THEY BLEW UP MY SKELE-HORSE

Day 794:

On the way out this morning I cut through the woods because it was faster, and an exploding giraffe-corgi blew up behind my horse.

One moment I was on a horse, the next, no horse to be found. Vaporized skeleton horse. Gone.

Also, more holes in my road.

The armor on my back protected me from most of the blast but I’m still pretty bruised and I’m not sure all my hearing is back.

Plus it brought every skeleton and zombie in the woods out to check on the problem so I had a heck of a fight on my hands and had to clear that mess up before I could do anything.

Then I spent the rest of the day clearing fallen tree branches and repairing the road and generally being extremely angry at the world.

It feels weird to mourn something that I was hailing as an abomination less than two weeks ago. It feels weird to mourn the undead.

Maybe I’m just better off thinking of myself as “friends with” animals here instead of “owner of”…

…but maybe that would hurt worse.

Anyway, no pictures, because what would I show you? Lack of horse?