Romans & histoires Real Life My Little Ponies

"Howdy, folks! Welcome to Wild Meadows Ranch, where adventures come alive! Are you ready for an unforgettable ride?" Emily and Ethan nodded vigorously, their eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, yes!" they chimed in unison, their little voices brimming with anticipation. The guide led us toward the stables, where a row of ponies stood patiently, their eyes gentle and curious. The kids' faces lit up as they approached the magnificent creatures, their small hands reaching out to stroke their soft noses. Emily's eyes sparkled with delight as she stood before a dappled gray pony. "Uncle Lin, look at Misty! She's so beautiful!"

Blindly, I stretched to the night table to take up the noisy phone to turn off the alarm when my hands brushed against something, and it fell to the floor. Abruptly, I jolted out of bed to check what could have fallen. Perturbed, I scrutinized the objects. I found a card and a stuffed pony of Princess Celestia from “My Little Pony.” I used to watch the animation as a kid, and this character was my favorite. I even used to beg my Dad to get me a pony since I was his little princess. He was very happy when I outgrew that phase. Although I had many other phases after that.

“What next…dragons? Fairies? Sparkly monsters?” Liana gave me a look. “This isn’t a children’s book, Princess. It’s real life. Real situations.” “Yeah right,” I muttered, “real life where people turn into wolves, vampires walk freely and people perform rituals. Totally normal, not like a blockbuster movie at all.”

Every little girl wants a pony and the two of them were no different. “You insisted on bringing it home, even though it snapped at you every time you tried to put your hand near its muzzle.” Pippa gives Mare a look. Probably because even at eight years old, Mare was determined to take home that mean old pony, despite all the other younger, nicer ponies that were also there.

The baby pony, with its velvety coat and big, curious eyes, brought a fragile sense of peace to my chaotic thoughts. I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures, capturing the serene beauty of the stable. Without overthinking, I posted them on I*******m, letting the world see a slice of the solace I’d found here. The minutes melted away unnoticed, the rhythmic brushing and occasional nuzzles from the ponies drawing me into a quiet world far from the noise of the party or the drama I’d left behind.

They have actually been a it for 20 minutes straight now and yet, no improvement. “He won’t…” My princess whispered, a little sob escaping her lips at the thought of it alone and soon her tears began to flow. “Ugh goodness! Miley… sweetheart, why are you crying?” Val groaned, bending to her level to calm her down. “We cannot take your pony home, where we will keep it? It’s not a dog, it can’t sleep with you on your bed! You can’t help it shower and- “But I want to take care of him! He will be all alone here, he will be scared without me, mommy!” Miley still argued while sobbing seriously now to prove the conversation was not heading anywhere.

“I have another pony! He’s white, like yours!” Auden’s hand drops to his side. I turn to see Mahl and Vivi coming towards us, my little girl running at the King’s side to keep up with his long strides. Coco flies in the air behind them. “Mine is grey, Vivi!” Niall shouts, correcting her. “Whatever!” she shouts back, panting a little as she comes up to us. “They’ll match!” Niall grins brightly at his sister then, who smiles back, both of them liking the idea of twin ponies for twin siblings.

I take a deep breath, feeling the cool morning air fill my lungs. I took the call. "Hello Ann!" I said. "Guess where I am!" She said in her cool tone. Should I act surprised!? "Where!? In the Martin Edward concert. But according to my knowledge, he doesn't have any concerts going on these days!" I said. My best friend is a huge fangirl of Martin Edward, or what she likes to call him, Mouse.

Then she started singing a rhyme "I ride my pony everywhere, you would know him by his shaggy hair," While singing this line she put her hand in his hair and roughly rubbed it and ruined his hairstyle completely. "He just as kind as he could be, and glad he goes in hilly way with me, my pony my pony my pony MY PONY!!..." "What! Are you taking me as your pony?" He gritted his teeth, this girl she dared to treat him like a mule! Looked like now this little girl had to be taught a lesson "I warn you to behave yourself otherwise!..."

Did I have any sanity left? Right now, right this minute, I was sat in an animal shelter, with my closest friend who was witch… my other friend and boss, who was also a witch and it appeared that I worked with witches. I had so many more questions that I needed to ask, but I couldn’t, not with the… the… oh, God, not with the werewolves here… I didn’t know if that was an acknowledgement of acceptance or still doubt… I mean, is that part even true? If so, then what about others. I mentally started to think of childhood stories containing other beings, entities, non-human things. Are vampires real…? If they are, it’s a good job I love garlic. Are trolls real? What about… Unicorns? I may be 30,