(I’ll give you a hint. It rhymes with “doors.” As for the strong female warrior-in-training protagonist and the idea to portray horses so differently than how she feels about them in real life, perhaps I have not ruined her with my complacent housewife/mother example.) (That was a little feminist humor.) (Also, I don’t think she actually knows about the Amazons or the Augean stables, but I’ll have to ask her tomorrow. Perhaps this is right out of Percy Jackson.)
By Avery Johnson
All Chores should be doomed.
Nisa sighed. She hated this chore so much! Covering the “stink holes” was disgusting, nasty, and it stunk. She was a young warrior and apparently the young warrior’s got ALL the chores. Jappa, her aunt, would say ‘’you are lucky! When I was a girl…blah blah blah ’’ then you knew to run or you’d die of boredom. ‘’Chores should be doomed. No, wait. They just were!’’ She said to Dialie, her best friend who happened to be passing by. ‘’I so agree. I’ve got stable duty. Nuclear almost kicked me in the face yesterday.’’ said Dialie. ‘’ ouch. ’’ Stable duty was cleaning the stables. Unfortunately, that included the 22 horses and their poop, tack (which Nisa thought ended up on the floor everyday purposely by the horses) and slobbery food. And as a plus all the horses hated them. ‘’poor you! You’re going to die!’’ Nisa said. Dialie nodded seriously. Amazon horse’s hoofs were very hard. ‘’we always have so much bad luck.’ sighed Dialie. ‘’uh hu ‘’ mumbled Nisa. ‘’ Well , good luck’’ said Dialie and left. Nisa sighed (yet again) and sat down to do the worst job in the history of Asamia, the little village of Amazon island, 300 miles off the coast of the Mediterranean sea.