I once new a noob who had a pet yak.
No one ever got close, in fact, they'd take 10 steps back.
They went every together you see.
Woodcutting, mining, even to train agility.
But everywhere he went, he was always alone.
Never understanding why even the girls kicked him out of the friend zone.
But that pack yak paid him no heed.
That yak was friend, a true one indeed.
It carried his stuff without fail.
It even once paid the bond when he was stuck in jail.
But having just 1 friend in the world was not enough.
Even if that 1 friend could carry all his stuff.
In that moment he thought he'd be alone with a stigma.
He met a young woman, with the same yak dilemma.
She too knew that pain too wherever she went.
The boys would run off screaming, shouting about a scent.
For hours they talked about their shared pain.
It wasn't long before they realized that a new friend, they would now gain.
But something lingered in the air and in the back of their mind.
Was it something that would scare the other away, what that they might find?
But as more time passed, there truly was something wrong they could tell.
A horrible thing from the other ... a rotten smell
They tried to hide their grimacing faces
Even stepping back, just a few paces
Neither wanted to lose their new found friend
But they could not hide the stench, no matter how hard they might pretend
As they stared longingly at each other, afraid of this moment
The sudden realization of losing a true friend, & the torment
With a tear in their eyes
They turned from each other with goodbyes
But the yaks gave out a solemn 'baroo'
They already knew what they must do
The yaks nuzzled their owners & emptied their pack
To the spirit plane they'd go back
As they faded away, smiles were all around
For 2 friends were gone, but 2 more were found
With the 2 yaks gone, the 2 noobs did stare
How was it possible, the stench was now worse in the air?
Both ran off clinching their noses.
Both truly smelled like yak covered roses
No one ever got close, in fact, they'd take 10 steps back.
They went every together you see.
Woodcutting, mining, even to train agility.
But everywhere he went, he was always alone.
Never understanding why even the girls kicked him out of the friend zone.
But that pack yak paid him no heed.
That yak was friend, a true one indeed.
It carried his stuff without fail.
It even once paid the bond when he was stuck in jail.
But having just 1 friend in the world was not enough.
Even if that 1 friend could carry all his stuff.
In that moment he thought he'd be alone with a stigma.
He met a young woman, with the same yak dilemma.
She too knew that pain too wherever she went.
The boys would run off screaming, shouting about a scent.
For hours they talked about their shared pain.
It wasn't long before they realized that a new friend, they would now gain.
But something lingered in the air and in the back of their mind.
Was it something that would scare the other away, what that they might find?
But as more time passed, there truly was something wrong they could tell.
A horrible thing from the other ... a rotten smell
They tried to hide their grimacing faces
Even stepping back, just a few paces
Neither wanted to lose their new found friend
But they could not hide the stench, no matter how hard they might pretend
As they stared longingly at each other, afraid of this moment
The sudden realization of losing a true friend, & the torment
With a tear in their eyes
They turned from each other with goodbyes
But the yaks gave out a solemn 'baroo'
They already knew what they must do
The yaks nuzzled their owners & emptied their pack
To the spirit plane they'd go back
As they faded away, smiles were all around
For 2 friends were gone, but 2 more were found
With the 2 yaks gone, the 2 noobs did stare
How was it possible, the stench was now worse in the air?
Both ran off clinching their noses.
Both truly smelled like yak covered roses
07-Jul-2016 19:08:30