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Tripod looked in the pond, disappointed in himself. He wasn't great with others, he always got nervous and tongue tied. He was happy he helped the mare and loved the time he got to spend with her, but when the large herd appeared his nerves got the best of him.
He made a face in the water, playing with his reflection. He missed having the mare around, he wished he had been brave enough to ask her to join him, but he was too scared she would reject his offer. She obviously loved her herd and they loved her. He made another face dreaming of the day when he would have a companion who he wouldn't be nervous to be around. Someone to make faces with and goof around with. Ever since he lost his herd he struggled with being around others. He felt like someone was telling him to keep looking, to not give up. Not remembering much about his past, , half shadowed figures rise in the reflection, one like an older version of himself. Tripod whispers to the figure, "Dad?"
R E M E M B E R. REMEMBER. RRRRREMEMBER. RRRRRRRRRRBIT. RIBBIT.
The voice fades into one of a frog. It was just a frog. Tripod comes to realize a frog has watching him the whole time. Tripod dismisses himself, pretending it never happened. Proud of handling the situation well, he prances with a sense of hope. Today was a new day with new possibilities. Today he wouldn't be scared. Tripod would make a friend. Tripod wouldn't be alone anymore. (Tripod adventures)

Description
Tripod looked in the pond, disappointed in himself. He wasn't great with others, he always got nervous and tongue tied. He was happy he helped the mare and loved the time he got to spend with her, but when the large herd appeared his nerves got the best of him.
He made a face in the water, playing with his reflection. He missed having the mare around, he wished he had been brave enough to ask her to join him, but he was too scared she would reject his offer. She obviously loved her herd and they loved her. He made another face dreaming of the day when he would have a companion who he wouldn't be nervous to be around. Someone to make faces with and goof around with. Ever since he lost his herd he struggled with being around others. He felt like someone was telling him to keep looking, to not give up. Not remembering much about his past, , half shadowed figures rise in the reflection, one like an older version of himself. Tripod whispers to the figure, "Dad?"
R E M E M B E R. REMEMBER. RRRRREMEMBER. RRRRRRRRRRBIT. RIBBIT.
The voice fades into one of a frog. It was just a frog. Tripod comes to realize a frog has watching him the whole time. Tripod dismisses himself, pretending it never happened. Proud of handling the situation well, he prances with a sense of hope. Today was a new day with new possibilities. Today he wouldn't be scared. Tripod would make a friend. Tripod wouldn't be alone anymore. (Tripod adventures)