Okay, well, I have my part two now, so ok. I hope you enjoy it, and part three is coming soon! Here is the story:
Hmm. Now I realize that 3-year-old ponies eat solid foods, like a lot of 3-year-old humans. It seems as if they had a lot in common with humans. I thought it would be nice for everyone else to know-- wait a minute. I couldn't be writing down those facts because then everyone will know that I have some. Oh well, I guess I'll be writing them down for myself.
So I took out some sheets of ruled paper and began writing what I've learned so far. My big brother was having a hard time taking care of all of them. I wrote:
''-Baby foals are very hard to take care of, especially when there are 14 of them.''
I stared at my brother running around, throwing things around like a maniac. I continued writing:
''-And baby ponies eat solid foods, which actually isn't a suprise since they are basically cartoon horses off a show.''
You know, I didn't know as much about baby foals yet, cause I only had them for less than half a day, so I just decided to give them some of my old toys and see what they do.
I gave them my old stuffed Pinkie Pie doll. Pinkie Pie (the baby) looked at it, thinking about something, and the other ponies looked at her. Pinkie Pie hugged the doll, an so did the others.
I then gave them my whole collection of different stuffed ponies, and the babies pounced on them. They were hugging the dolls so hard that it caused the dolls to rip. I wrote this down:
''-Baby ponies love stuffed ponies.''
I gave them some toy trains and cards, but they didn't seem to like that. They ripped them to shreads. I gave them some My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic toys, and they played with them for half an hour, and then fell right to sleep. I wrote another fact down:
''-Baby foals love anything pony-related, but nothing else.''
I put my notes into a clear plastic binder and put the ponies to sleep again. Who knew ponies were so hard to take care of?
I saw Random had his share of work, because he passed out. Really fast.
I wondered about how much information I'd find and looked them up on the internet. I'd saw that some people put facts that they had ''researched'' and I just saw a list of what they had found out:
o They eat solid foods, which actually isn't a suprise since they are basically cartoon horses off a show.
o They love anything pony-related, but nothing else.
o Baby foals are very hard to take care of, especially when there are 14 of them.
o Baby ponies love stuffed ponies.
Wait-- I just noticed. These are the facts I had found! How could this BE??
I woke up my napping brother and told him about how my information had been put on the internet by somebody.
''You don't suppose, the people who are putting this info on the internet is WATCHING US, do you?'' He asked.
''I hope not,'' I said, ''But if they are, there is only one thing, and one thing to do: RUN!'' Me and my brother fled from the house and into the woods. But we realized we forgot the ponies.
''...OOPS.'' Random said.
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Now how are we going to go back? We already ran .9 miles, we won't have the strength to run back.
''We'll need something for us to ride back on! But where will we find that? ...Well, maybe there's a dog or something here...'' I said.
''Come on! I saw one by the creek!'' My brother said.
''Well, what are we waiting for?'' We ran to the streams by the mountain-high hills. There was an unusually large Border Collie in the water.
''Aw, I'm not getting on a wet dog! This is the only change of clothes I have!'' I complained after seeing our ride.
''Relax,'' Random said as he pulled a small towel out of his backpack he'd managed to slip on before we ran from the house.
''How is that gonna dry the Border Collie? That thing is, like, 15 feet tall!'' I told him.
''How's this?'' He took a large beach towel out of his bag and started drying off the dog after he came out of the water. In no time, the dog was clean and dry. Well, almost clean and dry. His tail was still sopping wet, and his legs were very dirty, but it would have to do.
''Come on!'' I said, hopping onto the 15-foot-tall mutt. He flinched, almost launching me into the creek's water. Luckily, I didn't, because I had some experience with bucking horses before. Random climbed up gently, and we held onto the hound's neck.
We shadow-traveled for .9 miles, and I would not recommend it at all. It made me feel a little bit sick. Random said it felt like his face has going to peel off, but I barely understood him because his cheeks were covering up his mouth.
We finally got back to our destination, and ran back into the house.
But the babies were gone. Completely. Gone. All of them.
Oops. Well, this was really, really bad. I hope none of the people who were watching us took them, that would make my and my brother really bad parents.
This was great. Just great. We lost our 14 kids, and now we feel guilty about ourselves. It's not that it just makes us bad parents, but now we feel like we need to vaporize ourselves, to disappear in thin air.
Just great.
Link to part three will be listed here: Part Three I got inspired by My Little Dashie, so that's what got me to write this story.