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Every good thing has to come to an end.
Days upon days I lived much of my life in ignorant bliss: rising in the morning to graze and run around, plough the fields, get a brushing, get fed, go to sleep, and so on since I was a colt up to time immemorial.
But as fires from the earth devoured my home, I fled all the way here to what the humans refer to as a “school”, being for now the only safe place from the ever-spreading fires that swept everywhere else. As much as I do not like how those humans treated me before, I really miss their funny voices, their strokes against my fur, and their silly games.
All I could do for now is to walk around and explore this strange little world now devoid of the humans that haunted that place, and perhaps go further than the irresponsible humans who left me behind. Or could I sit around in my sadness from being alone?
Just my luck …
(That is basically my reaction to things such as “the end of our show is near!” (for example, the last Bronycon). As sad as they are, they at least also inspire me to write some stories.)
Days upon days I lived much of my life in ignorant bliss: rising in the morning to graze and run around, plough the fields, get a brushing, get fed, go to sleep, and so on since I was a colt up to time immemorial.
But as fires from the earth devoured my home, I fled all the way here to what the humans refer to as a “school”, being for now the only safe place from the ever-spreading fires that swept everywhere else. As much as I do not like how those humans treated me before, I really miss their funny voices, their strokes against my fur, and their silly games.
All I could do for now is to walk around and explore this strange little world now devoid of the humans that haunted that place, and perhaps go further than the irresponsible humans who left me behind. Or could I sit around in my sadness from being alone?
Just my luck …
(That is basically my reaction to things such as “the end of our show is near!” (for example, the last Bronycon). As sad as they are, they at least also inspire me to write some stories.)
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