spookypony
Well-Known Member
I'm a bit out of sorts! First, I got hauled off in that awful stall-on-wheels contraption again, even though I tried really really hard not to get in. Then, we were at the place were I got to run after all those barking howling things last time, only this time, I was expected just to walk around quietly! And then, I finally got to run loose around the field with my new pals, but that mean horse I just met clobbered me really hard in the leg.
Next day, people kept pointing hoses with freezing water at my leg! Then, I had to walk around some more, and then it was the wheely contraption again, and I was back home. What was the point of all that? Couldn't we just have stayed home, without the clobbering?
Then I thought I was finally going back in the field with my friends, but NO, she comes with the freezing hose-water again---actually, that felt really nice! And then some stuff that REALLY stings, which she insisted on putting on my leg for some reason. I tried to tell her that I didn't want it, but she didn't listen.
Next day, she went for some awful-smelling green goo for the leg. I really really don't want that anywhere near me. It HURTS. My leg hurts! She still wasn't listening to my protests, so obviously I had to pull MUCH harder. I pulled so hard that I sat down! And then suddenly (this bit is really embarrassing), the metal clip thing broke, and I fell over, and now one of my back legs hurts too.
Next day, I tried to tell her I wanted to be left alone, but she kept following me, and I can't limp that fast, and besides, she had carrots, so I finally came in.
But then the nasty needle-woman came, with another needle! I tried really really hard to argue with her too, but I was suddenly very tired, and even though it hurt, I was just too tired to stop her from touching my leg.
Things turned around a little bit after that, because suddenly, I keep getting a bucket with ALL MY FAVOURITE FOODS in it, all mixed together! It's a funny whitish colour, but hey, feed, garlic, carrots, and apple juice, who can say no to that?
I really don't get why I have to be in this stupid little paddock though, instead of with my friends in the big field. I mean, the grass in here really SUCKS. Can't they tell I'm getting too skinny? Help me, I'm melting away! Why do they keep feeling up my neck? What does "cresty" mean, anyway? At least there's a nice mare here during the day.
Look at me! I'm not limping any more (even though I still really really don't want you touching the ouchy part of my leg)! I'm full of energy! I'm BORED! Can I please come out of pony jail now?
Next day, people kept pointing hoses with freezing water at my leg! Then, I had to walk around some more, and then it was the wheely contraption again, and I was back home. What was the point of all that? Couldn't we just have stayed home, without the clobbering?
Then I thought I was finally going back in the field with my friends, but NO, she comes with the freezing hose-water again---actually, that felt really nice! And then some stuff that REALLY stings, which she insisted on putting on my leg for some reason. I tried to tell her that I didn't want it, but she didn't listen.
Next day, she went for some awful-smelling green goo for the leg. I really really don't want that anywhere near me. It HURTS. My leg hurts! She still wasn't listening to my protests, so obviously I had to pull MUCH harder. I pulled so hard that I sat down! And then suddenly (this bit is really embarrassing), the metal clip thing broke, and I fell over, and now one of my back legs hurts too.
Next day, I tried to tell her I wanted to be left alone, but she kept following me, and I can't limp that fast, and besides, she had carrots, so I finally came in.
But then the nasty needle-woman came, with another needle! I tried really really hard to argue with her too, but I was suddenly very tired, and even though it hurt, I was just too tired to stop her from touching my leg.
Things turned around a little bit after that, because suddenly, I keep getting a bucket with ALL MY FAVOURITE FOODS in it, all mixed together! It's a funny whitish colour, but hey, feed, garlic, carrots, and apple juice, who can say no to that?
I really don't get why I have to be in this stupid little paddock though, instead of with my friends in the big field. I mean, the grass in here really SUCKS. Can't they tell I'm getting too skinny? Help me, I'm melting away! Why do they keep feeling up my neck? What does "cresty" mean, anyway? At least there's a nice mare here during the day.
Look at me! I'm not limping any more (even though I still really really don't want you touching the ouchy part of my leg)! I'm full of energy! I'm BORED! Can I please come out of pony jail now?
