It was Diamond Glitterlocks' turn to pogo. He launched out of the twenty-foot holding balcony and landed with a long, audible, drawn out sprooooing. At the crest of his bounce back into the air, he performed a wondrous octuple spin. His glittering locks twirled magnificently around his head; it almost seemed as if they were what kept him aloft. He descended gracefully back down, and pogoed his way through the rest of the course. He flipped and bounced off of every surface with aplomb; no pogoer would come close to his grace.
As his session ended, he bounced back up to the ending balcony, waving to the crowd whom he adored so very much. That one split of attention cost him dearly, though. The pogo stick only grazed the balcony edge, and instead of landing gracefully onto the platform, Diamond's pogo stick shot out from underneath him, back onto the course, nearly hitting Prism Priscillovely in the face.
Instead, Diamond fell downward onto his own face, and then slumped back off of the platform. His flowing locks slowed his fall, until they released from his head. Luckily his pogo stick had bounced right back underneath him, and while he landed completely safely onto his trusted instrument, the humiliation had already set in.
The entire crowd now laughed and mocked him with fury. Diamond slowly bounced toward the exit, envisioning what the future could possibly hold for him now. Just then, though, a commanding voice sounded throughout the arena. The light went dark, and in the middle hovered Prism. In her hands she held Diamond's glittering locks.
"You fools! You mock the very one that graced you with resplendent acrobatics! The one that has captivated us all with dazzling twists, and unapproachable spins. You sat gaping at his wondrous performance and then turned on him moments later. Well now I say, we turn on YOU!"
Then Prism jolted her gaze at Diamond, holding his locks out in front of her.
"Diamond! It is time. Receive back your locks and join me once again. Not as rivals, but as friends!"
Diamond looked up at Prism, and grinned. He launched forward towards his friend and grasped his locks in his hand. As soon as he affixed them back to his head, brilliant light shone forth from the two of them, blinding the crowd.
Back to back, Diamond and Prism summoned bright energy deep from their friendship follicles. They blasted the entire audience with their pogo power, screaming intensely as they did. When they finished, they descended back to the ground, and proceeded to the exit, fresh with exertion.
The audience members meanwhile felt their heads. Each one's hair had bounced right off their heads. Everyone looked nearly identical; never had so many bald people been congregated in a single area. Sorrowful cries filled the stadium, but they would not be heard. Their mockery had earned them a matching punishment. That day the population of those with flowing locks diminished, but how they responded to their punishment was their choice. Would they repent and beseech humility of those graced with gorgeous manes? Or would they forsake those that were now their utmost envy?
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