The instant I found it, I knew. I could tell exactly what it was, why it was there waiting to be discovered by me half-buried in the dirt underneath a park bench. It was a terribly angry blood-red, and it was pulsing….
You’ve never had a fluffy pony before, but, honestly, when you saw her in the pound, you figured you had to rescue her. She looked so sad there without any legs. …Well, actually, she herself looked pretty happy, babbling quietly to herself….