9th of Eastermonth
Hej Eva. I just finished my lunch, and decided to quickly skrif to you before I carry on with work.
My limbs are painful. It is like fire is burning my bones.
Before I was put to work here, I helped with the washing of cloths and garments, and was charged with hanging them to dry. It is a less painful job, and a happier one. I made a friend with another pony who worked there. She was a filly, her name is Magnolia. She is very pale yellow, and has a pretty white mane that shines in the sun. She was very sweet, and kind, and liked to wear a little veil over her head.
I miss her. I will tell you a secret, and you must not tell anypony, je? I liked her. She was so sweet and kind, and liked to talk to me. I didn’t know anypony liked to talk to me. She is also pretty. I sometimes wish I could find a white-and-yellow flower and put it on her head. I think it will look pretty on her.
I have not told you how I came to this boiler room, je?
One day, I hung the cloths as usual, and put the pegs on them so that the wind would not carry them away. But when I awoke the next morning, all the cloths were scattered into the trees, and some had been blown away forever. The headmare was mad. I swore to her that I did indeed put the pegs, but she didn’t believe me. She sent me to miss Hawkrose, and she put me here to work with Matilda.
It happens to those who make the headmares angry. If you make a big mistake, you will be put to work in lower jobs. Some of the wasteponies were ponies who worked in the laundry as well. I know because one of the wasteponies who bullied me that day used to work in the laundry as well.
He is the one who got me into trouble, because he also liked Magnolia. He took off all the pegs during the night, so that they would all fly away, I would get into trouble and be sent away. Then he could like Magnolia without another pony liking her.
I know this because he told me secretly one time, after he had gotten into some trouble and was put to work as a wastepony. I was angry at first, but now it doesn’t really matter, because we are both working the low jobs nevertheless.
Oh, I said he bullied me right? He didn’t really bully, truthfully. He wasn’t the one who threw all the yucky oil onto me. He just stood behind his fellows. I could wish he would stop them, but I know that it would get him into trouble if he helped me. So, I am not angry at him for not helping me that day.
He is rough. His name is Risk. His color is like sand, and has a dark brown mane. He used to have a shiny blonde mane, but it is now dull and dark, because of the yucky waste that he throws away. He likes to swear with bad words. And likes to hit me as well. It is play, of course, but he is very annoying. He likes to call me “deer-ass.” It is because of my white spots on my back. I still wonder if there really is any on my buttock.
Matilda called me. It is time to carry on work. I will talk to you again.
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10th of Eastermonth
Matilda is sick, Eva. I’m worried for her. She is probably very tired, maybe she worked too much.
She has been quiet, and she doesn’t feel like talking yet. I wonder what is happening to her?
Today, I found something unusual about a pipe. It is a red colored pipe, and it has a small meter on it – I think Matilda likes to call it a “gauge.” It has been moving aplenty, up and down, and when I touched the pipe, it was rumbling like thunder.
Han mit went down and looked at the meter on one of the tall boilers, it was not moving. The meter on the boiler has a little sign on it, and it says, “No. 10.” I went and looked at the meter on the red pipe, it also had a sign named “No. 10.” If I am correct, this “No. 10” pipe must be the same as the one on the boiler. If water is going through the red pipe, it should be going out of the boiler too.
Han mit looked at the water level in the boiler, but nothing was moving. The water was not flowing out of the boiler. Why is water going through the red pipe then? If water is going through the red pipe then it must be coming from the boiler, han it was not. I wonder, where is the water coming from?
Matilda said that the water could be flowing through another pipe, a pipe that we don’t know about. She said that she would need to check a “pipe map.” But it’s in miss Hawkrose’s office, and truthfully, I don’t like miss Hawkrose.
Water can not be flowing out of nothing. It must be coming from somewhere. Han if not the boiler, then where?
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11th of Eastermonth
My limbs are hurting very much. It is very hard work that I do, Eva. Matilda is still sick, and has little strength. I made her drink as much water, because water is the blood of life. Without, nopony can live.
She will get better. Something inside me is telling me that she will be alright. I also hope that she will smile again, and skrif to you again, when she becomes better. She misses you very much, and I believe that you also miss her, je?
I am writing in the moonlight. I wonder, what kind of princess is this princess Luna? I hope she is kind. I think she is, because the moon that she brings up and brings down is so beautiful. Its moonlight is bright enough for me to skrif to you. If you were a pony, I am sure you would love her moonlight as well. Goodnight.