Monday, April 22, 2013

A posting on behalf of my Twitter friend, Anna Meade

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Author: Susan Smith-Josephy
Title: Trotting Toward a Life of Happiness
Ebook? YES!

The meadow was dotted with wildflowers. A gnarled fence in the background opened into a gate, and above the gate was a trellis crawling with red roses.

White tablecloths were spread out, a picnic ready for the hundreds of guests that had arrived for the wedding of Anemone and Mykonos.

Colored flags flapped in the summer breeze, and yellow butterflies and bluebirds flitted.

It was quiet, only the buzzing of a few bees and chattering of naughty squirrels could be heard.  The guests were keeping as quiet as possible, awaiting the bride and groom.

“I hear something.”

“They’re almost here.”


Clip clop, clip clop went their hooves on the dry earth path, kicking up dust. The bride looked down at the hem of her veil. Was it dusty? She’d chosen a traditional one-shoulder silken wrap for her covering. Mykonos was bare-chested, of course. He’d been freshly waxed for the occasion.

Mykonos cleared his throat, did some deep breathing and flicked his tail a few times.

The couple approached the gate, stopped. Camera’s flashed, clicked and whirred. Anemone turned to smile at Mykonos.

“Kiss! Kiss!” shouted the guests.

“Were not married yet,” said Mykonos, with great seriousness.

“Well, let’s get on with it then,” said Anemone.

The minister, resplendent in a purple robe which enhanced his glossy black coat, beckoned them on.

Mykonos and Anemone shared their vows, thus pledging themselves together forever.

The guests thundered their hooves in appreciation. Kentauroi always do love a romantic wedding.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Anemone leaned in towards Mykonos, he pulled back her lacy veil, and they kissed. Long and hard.

The minister nodded his approval, his shiny black tail whisking back and forth.

Kentauroi were getting restless, they wanted snacks and dancing, and at a centaur wedding these things happened simultaneously.

Champagne was served, plates passed around, and the band started up.

"I hope they play Gangnam style," one adolescent girl whispered to another.

"Save a horse, ride a cowboy."

"His flanks are glistening, aren't they?"

The centaurs made a wide circle, the bride and groom would need a lot of room for their first dance.

Anemone and her gorgeous bridegroom clasped hands, and swayed to the music, tails sashaying in unison. Then, they bowed their heads, took three steps back, and waved for guests to join in.

I'd like to say it was a beautifully coordinated folk dance. But, to be honest, it was an awkward, muddy free-for-all. The hooves trampled the wildflowers, the tails swished the hors d'oeuvres, and Uncle Ralphus had to much mead and kicked a hole right through the bass drum.

As dusk settled in, and the fairy lights twinkled, the raucous partying continued, and Mykonos and his beautiful bride Anemone bad everyone a fare well, the moon slid north to light their way.

Breaking into a slow canter, the newlyweds, their shiny tails flowing out behind them, took their first steps as a married couple.

Godspeed, my friends.


Hey readers! Confused? Don't be. This blog post is in honour of Anna Meade's wedding.

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Toast. Let us raise a glass to Anna and Michael, wishing all the best on this day and on all days forward.

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