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fandomhighdorms2012-05-20 09:38 am
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Behind The Dorms, Sunday Morning
Yesterday, Frank had been decidedly troubled to find himself rather more equine than usual.
Today, though, he wasn't in the least bit troubled, because he'd thought a bit about spin. Sure, he had four legs and a (somewhat effeminate) tail. But he also possessed the capability to do things that he couldn't normally.
Like what, you ask? Well. Just look at the makeshift obstacle course he'd assembled for himself behind the dorms. There were things to leap over, brush to duck under, and a single sugar cube at the finish line. And Frank was going to run through this thing until he could do it perfectly, because.
Yes, he was a dork. Shut up.
Today, though, he wasn't in the least bit troubled, because he'd thought a bit about spin. Sure, he had four legs and a (somewhat effeminate) tail. But he also possessed the capability to do things that he couldn't normally.
Like what, you ask? Well. Just look at the makeshift obstacle course he'd assembled for himself behind the dorms. There were things to leap over, brush to duck under, and a single sugar cube at the finish line. And Frank was going to run through this thing until he could do it perfectly, because.
Yes, he was a dork. Shut up.