Dear Princess Celestia,
I lost count of what entry this is. Without my old journal the time seems to be slipping away. Seasons are slightly different here, and even the time of day seems to change. Today was one of the worst since our arrivals, and I write this through tear drenched eyes as I try to stop the shaking.
I think we may be losing Rainbow Dash, it was especially hard for her. Today we had a strange man visit us. We had almost no warning, but apparently some other human reported seeing us, and the government sent an inspector to check on the health of the animals they had seen. We had barely enough time to dye our coats a more normal color. Poor Dash cried for hours. I don't know what was worse for her, the way the human groped and prodded us, or losing her namesake rainbow hair. She already lost her flight, now she has lost another part of her identity, however briefly.
Jack assures me the dye will wear off or grow out, but there was no consoling poor Rainbow. This was the first time she cried openly, and it was all I could do to just hold her. She won’t even look at Jack now, and I think that he has lost some of her trust. We all know it wasn't his fault, but Dash seems to blame him, and all humans all the same.
For Pinkie, it was all just another game. She nuzzled and frolicked around the human like a foal, and it was not hard for her to act like a dumb animal. Lately that's how she acts anyway. For me, the groping left me feeling violated. He even drew blood, and used crude probes to take my temperature. It took all my willpower to remain silent and act the part of a dumb beast. Rainbow Dash did the same, until the moment he was out of sight, and then nearly collapsed.
A rather large bribe from Jack helped him overlook my horn and Rainbow’s wings, as well as the lack of ownership papers. Jack gave him the agreed upon cover story that we were sideshow animals that he had rescued, after finding us “surgically altered”. It still surprises me how Pinkie’s small pouch of gold bits were worth such a massive fortune on this world. It has help keep us healthy and safe, without the need for employment. Carefully invested by a friend of Jacks, we are independently wealthy.
But no amount of money will buy back the trust we had in humans, or the dignity we all lost today. As friendly and loving as Jack may be, he will forever be a symbol of this world and what it is slowly doing to us. I hope to the stars that somepony finds a way to get us home, because I fear that I cannot do it alone.
I also fear that if something doesn't change soon, I will actually be alone. My friends slip farther away each day, and I only pray that they haven't slipped too far already.
Your Faithful Student,
Twilight Sparkle.
Another entry complete, the lavender mare shelves the journal, and looks across the yard to the small house where the human lives. The single light lets her know he was still awake, and she longed to talk with him about what had happened. At the same time, a sense of loathing and shame arises and holds her back. It would take time for her to forgive what had happened. For now, she had a friend to comfort.