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Prompt: Write a story taking place in the first few days after Shasta became Cor.
Darrin suppressed the urge to cover his face with a hand. "Listen, your highness..."
The donkey that was Rabadash glared at him through the bars with a murderous glint in his eye.
"Like it or not—and I sense that for both of us it is very much not—we are stuck on this boat till it reaches Tashbaan. Kicking your bed about and trampling your food will avail naught but to make you uncomfortable and unattractive. It is already unfortunate that you must rejoin your people in such a shape. Do you truly wish to be filthy as well?"
The donkey chuffed angrily, but stepped back from the mangled basket of bananas.
"I thought as much."