“How am I going to get to Minus Teeth, anyway? I don’t have a horse.”
And yo! as soon as this prophetic cue was uttered by the nimble verster Vogonwë, there appeared, as from an author who suffers writer's block, the shadow of massive wings.
"Hey! An Eagle!" cried Merisuwyniel
And the Itship took up the cry:
"Well, would you look at that: an Eagle"
That's one big Eagle."
"I've seen bigger Eagles."
"Yes, but not this far south."
"What is he carrying?"
And with a shriek embarrassingly high for such a massive bird, Haywire the Windlorn hovered over the heads of the astonished survivors and unceremoniously dumped two squirming equine forms at their feet.
"Tofu and Falafel!" squealed Pimpi, whose own voice no longer seemed to match her new size, being higher than woman's wont.
"That's it for me!" declared Haywire. "I'm not carrying anyone else. I have a life, you know." And without further word, the fed-up raptor leapt on high in a flurry of bulky down, circled to get his bearings, and soared off in the wrong direction.
Tofu dropped like a stone onto Middle-terra firma and immediately lost his lunch. Falafel just stood there with a sheepish grin.
"Well, I'm back", she said.
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