Awatto's Transit Strike

Well. Here is your daily dose of wierd stuff. This is a short story I wrote during the transit strike in Ottawa.

Once upon a time there was a village called Awatto. Since the villagers cared about the environment they didn’t buy those gas-guzzling, smoke-belching vehicles. They used horses instead. But the horses began to feel underappreciated. They weren’t getting any oats or carrots, and they certainly weren’t getting enough time to play. When they told the villagers this, for they were magic horses after all, the villagers said, “Nonsense. We feed you hay and grass and you get every night off.” But nighttime is for sleeping, and hay and grass don’t replace carrots and oats. The villagers refused to see this though, so the horses stopped working.

One morning, the horses wouldn’t be caught. The villagers appointed the head villager to work things out. But the head villager was allergic to carrots, so he refused to give the horses what they wanted. They talked and talked but they couldn’t compromise. After a week, several villagers bought gas-guzzling, smoke-belching vehicles. As time went by, more and more villagers joined them. The magical horses, who just wanted to save the planet from pollution, became desperate. They tried to talk some sense into the head villager, but he was very stubborn. After a month with no further progress, the horses got fed up. So they flew away. The rest of the villagers bought gas-guzzling, smoke-belching vehicles, and they did their part in destroying the planet.

Kaitlin Winter

I hope you liked it.

Kaitlin♫