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The Day Captain Sassy Pants Lost her Shadow
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One day, Captain Sassy Pants lost her Shadow. She isn’t sure exactly how it happened or even mind you how it could be possible, but much to her dismay, her Shadow has disappeared. She’d gone to sleep the night before in her bed that is more than a bed as she’s normally so inclined to do. She’d fluffed her giant pillow in her usual way, making sure that it was nice and billowy so that when she fell back, it would puff beneath her head. She’d pulled her soft blankets up until they came to rest just beneath her arms -not enough to cover her completely but more than enough to keep her warm. She’d folded the corner of her comforter down in that particular manner she has at her side, easy access you see should she be required to spring up and save the world as she’s sometimes required to do. And the entire time her Shadow had been right there along with her, mirroring her every movement like he’s always done before -a good friend that stays with her when she’s awake during the day and a comforting companion to follow her into sleep even through the darkest nights. The days she’s spent with her Shadow were always sort of grand. They’ve shared stories and games and often thought of brilliant new plans. Sometimes she and her Shadow would fancy games of hide and seek and other times it was silly moments of let us pretend. It was fun to watch her Shadow attempt to slip behind a wall or in his more adventurous moments, sneak up on her from behind. Her Shadow was pretty amazing and could do all sorts of tricks. There were times where he seemed to grow until he was very large and other times where he would shrink until he became very small. Every night she’d fall asleep with her Shadow resting somewhere near and every morning she’d wake to find him lying beneath her head. She’d yawn and stretch and he would too, then they’d sit and share all of their adventurous dreams. She’d come to expect her Shadow would always be at her side. He’d been there from the beginning, or at the very least, from the first moment of the first day she’d discovered him standing beneath her hoofs. There had been no indication that this morning would be any different than every other morning that had come before and as she opened her eyes, she fully expected it to be just the same. But when she woke on this particular day, she found that much to her confusion, her Shadow was not in his usual place beneath her head. At first she thought that maybe her Shadow had simply wandered off, that given a few minutes, a few hours perhaps, he would wander back in. So instead of worrying she stretched and yawned and sat and waited for him to return only to have hours pass where she remained in her bed alone. Where could her Shadow have gone, she soon began to wonder to herself. One cannot live without their Shadow, and a Shadow cannot live with One, of this much she’s sure. Should she have perhaps tied her Shadow down? Glued him even to her hoofs to make sure he couldn’t slip away as he seems to have done? Did he not like their games or the stories each would tell? Were their dreams and adventures no longer fun for him as well? What could have changed on this day that appears to be just the same to make him go away? Why would he leave her? Her bestest and most trusted of friends? For only a little while longer she continued to sit on her bed that is more than a bed, wondering and pondering until her head began to hurt and she could do it no more. With a frown, she decided she had no more time to waste, that if her Shadow would not return to her she’d go out and find him instead. So by herself she packed a modest sort of lunch, a single flavored biscuit and a cup of multicolored sparkling juice. With only a mournful glance back, she left her home behind to travel through the peril filled dune sands of the desert and the dangerous bog swamps of old. Through the forests of mists she hiked and in the treacherous ever shifting seas she swam, leaving no stone unturned and no cave un-ventured just to be sure. Yet still there was no sign of her Shadow and no place that he could possibly be. So defeated, weary and her lunch long since consumed, Captain Sassy Pants hung her head as she returned empty handed and all alone. What will she do if her Shadow decides never to return, she wondered in sadness as she kicked at the cobbled stones beneath her hoofs, passing so many others who still had their own shadowy friends while she continued to lack her only one. How will she get by without her bestest and most trusted of friends? What is she truly, without her Shadow and what is he without her in return? She may continue to be Sassy and her might will shine she knows, but she’ll be halved without him and he’ll now be halved without her. She and her Shadow are friends you see, she needs him most definitely so without him she knows her days will now be very sad and lonely indeed…
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