We had been out all night, he had apparently just left us to our own devices. Whatever his reasoning could have been, he apparently forgot to inform us. Of course, why bother, we're just two ponies now. Who had ever heard of an owner informing a pet of their reasoning.
The one thing on my mind, grasses, it's delicious and feels good under my hooves. Apparently Silver Spoon felt the same way. I couldn't exactly blame her right now, I'm not quite in the position.
Somewhere about noon something happened. It could have proved to be the highlight of the day, if not for what it is representing. He is apparently making a point out the fact that I'm now merely his pet, rather than his beloved daughter.
I easily recognise the two colts coming over. Snips and Snails. I've seen them at school for months. The mark is distinctive, no way to mistake it for the mark of any other ponies. Only now, they're on all fours. Eagerly trotting into our garden, whinnying excitedly as they found us, maybe I couldn't blame them.
I had been on the back of the yard most of the time, staying out of sight, fearing the reactions of whom ever were passing by. Wouldn't they be laughing at me now. I know I had done it if I saw someone I knew and recognised in the form I'm in, so why wouldn't everyone else do just the same.
If it had been for just the tasty grasses, that would have been enough to keep me on the back of the house. I wouldn't have been on the front of the yard all that much just for that, not until I got used to my situation, which I fear I never will. To be seen in the open, looking like this. I'm a mere pet now, not the outstanding child of my father, like I had been used to. How could I ever reconcile with this change? I did not even want to.
Even if something made me think there could be no chance to turn back time, allowing me or Silver Spoon to go back to who we had been. The fact only pained me even more. There could be no end to the mortification.
Now with Snips and Snails on the yard, how am I supposed to react? I have no idea. I had treated them as the minions they were. How would they react to the change in our positions? I'll still just see them as minions, I couldn't allow them to catch on, and level with me. Not now, and not ever.
At least, they apparently kept to the far corner of the patch of delicious grasses. Had they even recognised me, but I can't assume they wouldn't. I knew they need only see my flank, and they would have seen it by now.
Maybe they take my silence for a bad mood and thus stay out of my way. I can't ask them, and they couldn't respond anyway, even if they understood what I was asking out of them. Maybe it is for the better.
Then I was hit by a shock as I realised I was blushing, every time I'm actually looking at either of them, and if they were looking back, it only grew worse on me. Thankfully they were quick to avert the gaze before it grew unbearable. Maybe they thought I was angry at them, and fear my mere gaze?
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