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// Log 4038: Return to the Lab 
// Story: Lab Horse 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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	Okay, so the freakout I had yesterday made the people running this place think that I should probably be returned to Hagen or something. They think that I'm going crazy from not seeing my "old owner" anywhere, so they pretty much strapped me into a horse trailer and hauled me back to the lab. As of right now, we're about two hours into the drive, and it's waaay less comfortable in this thing than sitting normally on a comfy seat. On top of that, all I was given for food this morning was oats and hay, and no matter how many times I pleaded for at least scrambled eggs, they refused every freakin' time. That's the problem with these guys, they treat me like a person, but at the same time, they don't understand that I practically am a person, just in my tiny unicorn body. 

Unlike the horses they were probably thinking of when they gave me food, I'm an omnivore. "Your digestive system is built specifically to handle tough fibers" my butt.



So you're not at the hospital anymore?

Oh hey, Ranell. Yeah, I left this morning while everyone else was sleeping so that no-one would cling on to me when I leave.

Smart decision. There's a buncha crying toddlers in the next room over to me asking where the "Smurf Horse" is.

Heh, they'll find a plushie or something to replace me.

The kids?

No, the staff. They've got an entire room filled with all sorts of toys and plushies. I saw it while I was looking for your room.

Oh yeah. That room. I remember this one time when I lost control of my muscles while I was looking through the toys when I was younger. I freaked 'cause I wasn't able to move, and there were plushies falling all over me when I tipped over. It took them half an hour to figure out what happened and dig me out.

That sounds both hilarious and traumatizing at the same time.

Trust me, it was.

I think I'm gonna take a nap now to avoid getting nauseous from this crappy trailer.







Ugh...

Where am I?

Oh yeah, the Lab. Or at least, the delivery bay at the Lab... I should probably memorize the name of this place at some point though. Calling it "The Lab" is getting boring.

"Hey, wake up, pony! We're here!" Shouted a gruff voice. The trailer's doors opened, hitting me in full with a blindingly bright ray of sunlight.

I eyed the familiar off-white buildings that I called home.