The Wild Fight

Delightful held hard with her right leg, as Charming, also determined to stay on, held with her left. Confused and slightly amused at the other's lack of ability to tell which way they were falling off, both decided the other was slightly drunk. But, the alcoholic problems that raged within the Flying French Duo must wait until this crisis was over. The massive Skewbald contined to ricoche around the arena, spinning madly. "We WILL Survive!" the frenchmen cried out in unison. The porky horsie had other ideas, however. With lethal intentions, he bound around in circles until an extra incredibly enticing piece of hay caught his attention. With the stopping power of Shadow, he flung his head to the ground, and began to nibble. The frenchmen were estatic! They had stayed on the flailing beast and would live to retell the story. Now, however, more important matters lay in store. Delightful wondered exactly what kind of fermented beetpulp juice Charming had been drinking, and Charming very curious to know exactly where Delightful was making the oat beer. And so Charming, being the delicate natured lady, asked bluntly: "Delightful, WHAT HAVE you been DRINKING???" Shocked, Delightful responded, "Charming, WHAT have YOU been DRINKING???? Both frenchmen stared at each other confused. "But you were falling off to the left..."stammered Charming. "No," responded Delightful, "you were falling off to the left, and I was falling off to the right..." "But I thought..." "No, you were definately wrong..." Eventually, the cafuzzle faded and both frenchmen decided to save such mysteries of life for intelligent folks such as Sir Isaac Newton and Fraser. They would just have to practice more and learn how to trust each other to stay on the bounding, slightly psychotic steed.