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a mirror mishmash
Ubik & Michael's Reflective Romp
***
Deadpool once quipped,
"Looks aren't everything. Take me, for instance. I'm not
exactly a mirror's best friend, but I can still kick ass."
***
It was just before sunrise when I left the stable, feeling thirsty. I headed toward the river, even though it was quite a walk. When I leaned over to look at the water, I saw your face reflected back at me—but then—
"MEEEE! MEEEEEE!"
A sharp, terrified bleat filled the air.
I froze.
Out of nowhere, a crocodile lunged from the river,
its jaws snapping, almost turning me into its breakfast.
In the dim light, I hadn’t noticed someone
pulling me away until it was over.
It was my brother—saving me for the eighth time,
just when I thought I was done for.
~•~
Once upon a time in the bustling barrio of the Philippines, there lived a young goat named Ubik. His fur was as shaggy as a teenager's bedroom floor, and his eyes, though not particularly sharp, had a twinkle that suggested he was always up to something. His best pal, Michael, hailed from the concrete jungles of America, where the skyscrapers reached higher than the tallest palm trees in Ubik's neck of the woods. They were an odd pair, to say the least. Ubik, with his four legs and penchant for mischief, and Michael, with his two legs and knack for turning everything into a rap battle.
One sweltering day, as the sun took a leisurely stroll across the sky, Ubik found a peculiar object lying on the ground—a mirror. It was shattered into a hundred pieces, each...
***
Deadpool once quipped,
"Looks aren't everything. Take me, for instance. I'm not
exactly a mirror's best friend, but I can still kick ass."
***
It was just before sunrise when I left the stable, feeling thirsty. I headed toward the river, even though it was quite a walk. When I leaned over to look at the water, I saw your face reflected back at me—but then—
"MEEEE! MEEEEEE!"
A sharp, terrified bleat filled the air.
I froze.
Out of nowhere, a crocodile lunged from the river,
its jaws snapping, almost turning me into its breakfast.
In the dim light, I hadn’t noticed someone
pulling me away until it was over.
It was my brother—saving me for the eighth time,
just when I thought I was done for.
~•~
Once upon a time in the bustling barrio of the Philippines, there lived a young goat named Ubik. His fur was as shaggy as a teenager's bedroom floor, and his eyes, though not particularly sharp, had a twinkle that suggested he was always up to something. His best pal, Michael, hailed from the concrete jungles of America, where the skyscrapers reached higher than the tallest palm trees in Ubik's neck of the woods. They were an odd pair, to say the least. Ubik, with his four legs and penchant for mischief, and Michael, with his two legs and knack for turning everything into a rap battle.
One sweltering day, as the sun took a leisurely stroll across the sky, Ubik found a peculiar object lying on the ground—a mirror. It was shattered into a hundred pieces, each...
