The Purloined Pony

by Chris

Page 9

You turn around, but there’s nopony behind you. Confused and more than a little nervous, you look down at the note. It reads:

Thank you for your food. It was delicious! Don’t worry, we’ll help ourselves to everything we need...

Abruptly, something heavy strikes you on the head. Did the cookie jar just fall off of the top shelf and hit you? You collapse to the ground, your consciousness fading.

As you drift into darkness, you hear a tiny voice up above you call out, “Good shot! Now tie her up, we don’t want her getting in our way when she awakes!” You have a terrible feeling that things aren’t going to end well for you. The last thought to go through your mind as you lose consciousness is one of indignation; you never even got to find out what what going on. Still, for your story this is...

The End