The iconic symbol of Brophy, standing in the shade, could be felt more as an emotion rather than an icon. The course material used to create the mascot formed miniature canyons and mountains that, when touched, gave off a familiar touch. The detailed muscle tone and reared hooves of the stallion assisted the artist in creating an aura of natural power, which radiated outwards from the fountain. Surrounding it was a triangle, holding dozens of gallons of water, creating a platform for the beast. Several feet from the frozen animal, sparkling green grass cascaded down small hills, encapsulated by stone walls reaching inches into the air. Amid this sea of green, brown, flaky trees shrugged off gravity and pushed themselves into the air, shading choice areas for the scholars to enjoy lunch. As the wind swept through the thriving ecosystem, hundreds of the native inhabitants were thrown away from their homes, those abandoned in the middle of the octagon scurried back into the safety of their earth-made homes. Dodging one of the panicked insects, a boy with a bright orange shirt and equally vibrant short shorts made his way from Romley to the class he knew would not make much sense of; after all, arriving in class with ten minutes remaining isn’t an optimal setup to learn.
