Blog 2- Horse

Mile after mile. I could almost bear it had I not this dreadful, hairy baboon weighing down on me and tugging at my reins left and right. His sidekick is easier to tolerate, but I take pleasure in the thought of flinging them both into the river. I often close my eyes and picture myself galloping off without them, and seeing that little ball of hair fleeing after me with a stick far too big for him. They quarrel and quarrel to no end, and it is with every moment I long for the Heavens to take their voices away. The baboon’s shrieks pierce like needles through my brain, and Lord Emperor, he is just the most abhorrent being to ever strut the earth and the Heavens. I have heard him boast about his magical abilities to no end, perhaps I’d be able to somersault through the clouds myself by now. Also, one gets tired of hearing another talk of his “handsomeness” so many times. Anytime my cursed ears hear the words “Master, have I told you the lady monkeys have fought tooth and nail over me..”, I tune him out as we trudge through the forests and mountains. I couldn’t bear the sight of his ridiculous tiger-skin garb, so I chewed it up while he slept. Gratifying it was, hearing him shout and scream about whomever “dared to steal” his “majesty’s sacred robes” and that “envy is a sin”. I dare say, being a horse is pleasurable when you are so rarely suspected of trouble.

You may presume that I tolerate the priest slightly more, but he is almost as insufferable as Baboon himself. As I was almost seized by a group of bandits, all his “holier-than-thou” self was capable of was scolding the Baboon for saving our lives! Though loathsome and detestable, Baboon is purposeful at the least. The priest just huffs and puffs and sighs and cries.
Soon enough, I was very much drained. Consequently, I did what any being in my position would do, and sought an old friend’s help. As Gorilla and the Priest argued, I approached the stream where my friend Dragon resides. He sprang out, fought the chimp, and brought me with him into the water. For I feared Heaven’s punishment for betraying them, Dragon induced an illusion in which he pretended to consume me. When I was under water, unbelievably, I could still hear the shrill sounds of the baboon. They were muffled thankfully, but Dragon spared me a pair of earplugs while the pair of us sat and drowned out the noise. Currently, as I write this, he and I are sharing a nice pot of jasmine tea, with Dragon rising out of the water to entertain Baboon here and there. If you want to know who won this ongoing battle, you must read the next chapter.