//------------------------------//
// Entry_#IV 
// Story: Diary of a Disgruntled Filly Named Twi' 
// by Muggonny 
//------------------------------//

Entry_#IV

Ms. Sitter wasn’t watching over me today. Instead, my captors brought me to a daycare center to be watched over while they worked. They were talking to each other and mentioned that this Cadence was feeling a little under the weather. They even addressed me in the third person again to communicate with me.

“You’re going to make a bunch of new friends, Twi’,” said mother, “be good and you might get a little treat.”

Great, now they’re hypnotizing me. Forcing me to do good by tricking me with little goodies. What I wouldn’t give for a decent souffle.

The daycare was exactly as I imagined it. Distressing. Instead of “friends” I made rivals. Besides me, there were three other ponies there. Starstudded, Trixie, and a Cheerilee. Out of all the ponies there, I preferred Cheerilee the most. She was much smarter and cried less. Everypony else, though, well… I’ll begin with Starstudded.

Starstudded is a very odd pony. During play time, I was busy stacking letter blocks together to leave my message when she came over and crawled right through the fortress that I built. The one that I built! She just knocked it over as if it weren’t even there. I was astonished by her bravery, but it was a bit dumbfounded for her to be running into it like that. 

She didn’t even care! I got her attention by crawling over to her and speaking, but out came a bunch of gibberish. While I spoke, she had a stupefying grin and kept giggling. You dreadful filly. Though she was weird, I was amazed by her confidence. So I made her my ally. She’s not a friend, for I should not make any.

Together we toured the small pin we were caged in and took the toys from the other ponies. She stuck them in her mouth while I stole them. Not all were too keen about this.

Cheerilee, the one that I mentioned I actually liked, screamed when I took the Red Racer Wagon away from her. For nearly an hour, she cried in the hooves of our captor. Though she cried, she cried a lot less than the rest. She was more efficient and surprisingly smart. I was shocked when she managed to stack several blocks on top of each other and keep them aligned in a straight position. She even spelled a word of her own:

Bobbule

I don't know what this bobbule is, but it was an outstanding thing to read. I must find a use for it.

Trixie. The Great And Powerful Imbecile. Most of the time I was there, she would whine about everything. Try to feed her, she cried. Try to share with her, she cried. Try to change her... she cried. She was very self-confined. More of extremely self-motivated really. She was the one pony there I understood the least. The second was the caretaker. 

Mrs. Blossom. Nurtured Blossom was her full name. Quite peculiar why she decided to work at a daycare. Her cutie mark was of a flower's nectar. In my personal opinion, she should've become a gardener. It made so much more since then where she was. Instead, she was here to hold me down. 

A smart pony she is. She kept an eye all over the place to make sure we didn't get into any mischief. That didn't stop me from hiding a rattle in my diaper. Unfortunately, though she didn't notice me put it in, she did hear the rattling coming from it. If I could speak, I would've said something like, "I'm just shakin' it." Not something I would say by myself, but it is something I would say in a coverup.

During nap time, I couldn't get any beauty sleep at all. Trixie wouldn't stop waking up and crying, thus beginning a chain reaction and making the other ponies cry. I had no choice but to also cry in order to avoid confusion. All that screaming woke up the other ponies in the next room and they started crying. Soon the whole building turned into one big terrifying afternoon.

At lunch, Starstudded kept refusing to eat her food. The food here was way better than what they fed me at home. Today's special was applesauce. I graciously ate it. Trixie wouldn't stop flinging her food at Mrs. Blossom and giggling. I noticed she was getting annoyed by it, but she was doing what she could to keep herself from screaming at the infant and starting another chain reaction of tears. Cheerliee, like me, was being civil and eating the food the way she's supposed to. 

After lunch, they put us down for another nap. This time, I got some actual sleep. When we awoke, we had another playtime. Things seemed to have gotten better after that. I gave Starstudded a good lecture about not knocking over towers unless orders are given by me.

Finally, mother came to pick me up. Oh, how I was stunned when I felt relieved to see her. She gave a broad smile at me, and I returned it with a horrible smell. What? I can still have my fun. It wiped the smile right off her face.

I've faced many horrible monstrosities in just little under a week. This is barely my fourth entry and I got to say, this place is already warming up to my expectations. I'm not saying that I like it exactly, but it's a lot better now than starting out.