I had been invited to the Riches home the other day. This had excited me at first, why shouldn't it. They are rich and affluent in the community, so it is a great honour.
Mister Filthy had me dressed up in a fairly curious suit, just before bed. I did not feel as if I could refuse him. In part, because he was quite nice about it and the suit isn't really feeling uncomfortable. I expect him to know what he is doing.
Early in the morning, he had sent for me and had me woken up. There was this curious girl waiting for me in the room. She gave me the treat. Maybe I had enjoyed it more than I should have. He had left me alone with the girl. She had me served a treat for breakfast as well.
Just after breakfast, I had met Snails. That was a surprise, quite the shock. Maybe it took me a bit longer than I thought it should have taken me to see it. He had apparently been given the same treat, while wearing a suit identical to mine.
This is when the true shock hit home. I could see his reaction on his face, but he could express his feelings in words, no more than I could. I had apparently been rendered incapable of speaking as I had been used to. I saw his disappointment and fear on his face, just as clearly as I imagine he saw mine.
In the end, all I could do is to hug my close friend, hoping to comfort him, the way I hope to draw comfort from him.
A while later, we were led out into the back of his yard. Now I realised, just how little I know about him, his family and his habits.
Should I have refused to come to his place, before I had realised the consequences of coming over? Could I have refused him? Did I even want to know the answer now? It is clearly too late to ask, not just because I am mute to him and the rest of the once I know, but it is too late to change anything.
I could see him by my side, merely giving a quiet whine as he looked at me. He had been my friend for several years, now merely a pet and a Pony just like myself. Mute to any passers-by. Strange how easy it is to recognise him, even now.
He may be a mere pet to any and all who see him, but to me he still is the same friend I had known for as long as I can remember. I had been his friend for just as long. I have reason to believe we had been friends before that as well, even if I can never recall what was before that. A friend is a friend, you don't go around and betray your friends. I may not be the element of either honesty or loyalty, but it doesn't make me either disloyal or anything, does it?
At first, seeing Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had been exciting. It had felt like such a promise. Only then, I saw her angry looks, something had obviously ticked her off and royally so.
I kept my distance in hope she wouldn't take it out on me. Why take a chance on it. What if it had been my fault all along and she merely waited for me to give her the excuse to let loose her furry upon me.
I am a colt, not a hero. Maybe I had read a book of Daring Do, but I had no interest in trying to live up to the standards, or taking the risks involved.
The only thing worse than her taunting jabs, is the silence she was maintaining now. I am but a pet Pony, this is what I would fear the most. Even if I at least had a single friend by my side.
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