
Raining Jazz
The golden age of 1947. A great time indeed. But not for one pony.
It was rainy that night at the gig. Something seemed to brighten it up, not the cold mist of beer or the whispering audience. But a mare. One particular mare. One beautiful mare that seemed to bring the music to life.


1932 words: Estimated 10 minutes to read
3 Chapters:
- Intro: Rainfall 2012-01-17 16:35:18 UTC495
- Accident 2012-01-18 22:44:45 UTC1100
- Epilogue: Wake up with a Red Face 2012-01-20 05:41:40 UTC337