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// A Walk Home: 10 
// Story: Tentative Pet Pony 
// by Ponyess 
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	Leaving the park behind, with all the quiet and tranquillity, but it had done me good.  I imagined, so it had for her.  That also made me feel better. As a father, these things come into account.  Was the point any less valid as the owner of a pet, she is after all still my responsibility.



After a few minutes, I realised, I had chosen the path that takes us by Silver Spons home.  What a convenient coincident?  I enjoy the notion, just slowly walking.  Then I come into view of the house where Silver Spoon lives.  I walk up to the door, and knock authoritatively. I guess it is a part of who I am?

Silver Spoon soon came to the door, opening, as I waited.

“Hi, Filthy.  What a surprise, and what a lovely pet you have!” she bubbled over in excitement over seeing Diamond.

“Hi, Spoon.  Wouldn't you like to come over.  I'd allow you to play with my new pet, too.  Maybe you could even stay over the night!” I offered.

“That'd be fun.  If it isn't too much of a problem to you, I'd love to!” she continued.



Then she found a piece of paper and wrote a short note to her parents, before she put a pair of shoes on, and followed me.

As she closed the door, locking it as she left with me. Then we walked for a few more minutes, in silence.

“She's so adorable!” Silver stated.

“Yeah, and so affectionate.  She loves to be tickled!” I responded.



Diamond just whinnies as response to the conversation.  Even if she knew what we were talking about and fully understood, there still was no way she could leave a sign as to the fact.  She couldn't utter a word in order to let on.  That's the beauty of it  all.

She can't write since she is now on all four hooves.  Maybe she could learn how to write, holding a pen in her mouth, but this would still take her time, months or years to be exact. That would still require she had a pen to write with, in order to practice.



“She's almost like a dog?” Sliver enquired curiously with some hope on her voice.

“I guess you could say that.  I know you will love playing with her!” I assured her.

“Oh, yes.  If you'd allow me to?” she said, all of a sudden getting anxious, as if she thought she wasn't going to be allowed to play with Diamond as much as she hoped.

What if her parents wouldn't allow her to?  She was starting to worry, her parents were strict, even if only to a point.  Appearance is important, when you're trying to keep up a social position.



Then Diamond whinnies, seemingly bringing Silver back to the position on the street where she was walking.  I guess I had done right. Picking her up, while walking Diamond had truly brought home the sale.  Sales are so easy, when you know you have the arguments well in hoof.

Knowing the road, I knew better than to linger.  I needed to have her home, before she could get any ideas.  If it wasn't for the fact that her parents actually had asked me to?

This, of course, is exactly when I spotted the villa in which I live.  I made an effort, not to make anything out of it, but still hastened my steps.  I still do feel comfortable with bringing them home, just as I had planned.

“Welcome in!” I just pronounced as I opened the door, thus letting them in.

Of course, it isn't a humble home, not with me living here.  I'm a proud business Pony.  I can never truly be humble.

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