Information
Echo the Rhinko
Grail
Legacy Name: Grail
The Custom Common Experiment #357
Owner: Pagan
Age: 11 years, 6 months, 3 days
Born: September 24th, 2012
Adopted: 10 years, 1 month, 1 week ago
Adopted: February 17th, 2014
Statistics
- Level: 464
- Strength: 1,160
- Defense: 1,158
- Speed: 1,156
- Health: 1,156
- HP: 1,130/1,156
- Intelligence: 571
- Books Read: 556
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Search Specialist
By the frozen tractor,
the Music was like electric sugar
And Zuzu Bolin played
'Stavin' Chain'
and Mighty Tiny on the saw and
he Threw his head back with a
Mouth full of gold teeth
And they played 'Lopsided heart'
And 'Moon over Dog Street'
And by the time they played "Moanin Low"
I was soakin' wet and wild eyed
And Doctor Bliss slipped me a
Preparation and I fell asleep with
'Livery Stable Blues' in my ear
The late summer afternoons were the most silent time on the midway. Soon the clubfoot man would fire the steam generator and the calliope on the carousel would begin its slow hiss into life. In better days the midway would have been in full swing in the bright afternoon, but now the shabby show held its breath in silence and waited for the long shadows to fall over the treeline. Tethered to the carousel, now, then, always, she held her place. The burning in her eye was a madness without relief.
The carousel had been a thing of beauty when it was the queen of the day! Each prancing pony, each grotesque were carved by hand, painted by hand. The gilt panels were painted with dancing courtiers and ladies! And she was an outside grotesque-the carousel's only rhinoceros. An outside was the best to be! As she pranced and danced around the revolutions of the merry go round's predictable roulette, everyone could see the outside creatures the best. "Mamma! Mamma! I wanna ride the rhino!"
You don't think those beasts, pierced through by silver poles and by gold poles can hear. And in the best times, they could not hear. They were beautiful monsters hand-crafted by men to delight children. But as times became harder, as management became more secretive, more willful, the beasts of the carousel began to awake in yearning. The cries of children, the tiny hands grasping their painted manes and caparisons had become a food to them, source and sustenance. And the food of joy began to dwindle. The souls of the creatures spiralled up to consciousness. Longing and need became the parent of awareness.
No late night carnival is entirely wholesome. The fragrance of cotton candy is tainted with the tang of cheap beer. The screams of little children are not to be heard although a girl who is not very childlike will occasionally scream. The good things will eventually die, or they won't die. But after enough time, everything decays. Pierced, shabby, mostly forgotten, the rhino stood silent burned by the sun.
She had been there long enough to know that the burning was better than the shade.
If I was to go
Like Jacob of old
To the well of the world
To wax halls where candles
Burn on through the day
To light you a path
So you'd never lose your way
I was down in the valley
Where the shadows are long
The birds in the harp tree
Were singing this song
There is time to deliver
Time to receive
All that you're lacking
Of whatever you need
Turn around - by the by
You'll still see the sea
As it was in the dawning
As it always will be
Raise up your bottles
And drink down the blood
You planted the vine here
In spite of the flood
Turn an ear to the harp tree
An eye to the wall
The songs in the singing
Or nowhere at all
No where to come from
No place to retire
No shelter nowhere
Except in the fire
The birds in the harp tree
Can finish their song
Then rest in its branches
Which is where they belong
But where can a man go
That's sweet to his soul
When his time is not ready
But he's still turning old
Here's a dram for the piper
And a tune for his lady
Outside the thin wall
The waves are still raging
Here's one for the harp tree
And one for his song
One for the morning
When the night was too long
Here's one for the candle
That lights you to bed
And one for the sword
That hangs over your head
Pet Treasure
Broken Heart Tales
Broken Heart Amulet
Broken Heart Plushie
Broken Heart Fruit
Broken Heart Mask
Broken Heart Collar
Broken Heart Puffy Hat
Heartbroken Matter
Broken Heart Pinata
Broken Heart Latte
Broken Lovey Sugar Cookie
Black Spider Ring