βA Ponies After People Storyβ
Iβve got a problem, namely, a massive hangover. Well, that and Iβve discovered that my clothes donβt fit anymore. Mostly because Iβve shrunk a few inches overnight. And grown wings. And a tail. And scales.
Okay, so maybe a hangover isnβt the biggest of my problems.
If only I could find someone to help me sort out how I got myself into this mess, I might have an idea of what horrible things I must have done while I was smashed. Except that thereβs no one around, and my whole neighbourhood looks abandoned.
However, my ute still runs, Iβve still got some spare tins of food, and thereβs loads of extra booze to help me pass the time. Now if only I could figure out why my voice sounds so highβ¦.
Editors
- abphinsom (1β5, 9)
- BaleonRosen (6β8)