Imprisoned.

Day 4.

I have been held captive at my mother's home in the country for four days now. I was called out here to house-sit for the week but... I cannot recall the last time I saw another human's face. My mother's dogs are the only things to keep me sane. Her television only gets 200- 250 channels excluding pay-per-view and her stores of food have none of the staples a brony needs to survive. She keeps vast amounts of organic pork that her neighbor butchered, oats, rice, and many home made dishes; all swill, unfit for my consumption.

I long for the sweet flavor of Cheetoes, the spicy kiss of my favorite Doritos and my gallons of Arizona tea. Yesterday I saw a mirage of a bottle of Mountain Dew, but when I reached for it It was not there. In its stead there was only a bottle of Vitamin Water, which is commonly known as poison to our kind. In my madness, I woke at the crack of noon (far too early for my usual taste) and actually exercised...

I do not know how long I can last with these meager rations and I grow weaker with every key stroke. I must hunt for real food. I adjourn for the night... I hope my mind and body hold out for the duration of my visit, so that I may re-join the ranks of higher functioning beings.