Saturday
1:30 PM
These past 5 hours felt like an eternity for me. I mean, I can barely do anything with these darn hooves! I really should have thought long and hard about this before I used up all of my wish coupons…
Well, I guess there are a few benefits to being a pony, with one being I can fly, since I have wings, which I didn’t even ask for. I got lucky with that! Another good thing is that I don’t get cold as easily with all this fur. And…I actually can’t think of any more good things besides the fur and wings. I guess they’re the only things I wish I could keep when I’m not a pony.
Oh, wait, I forgot! I’m also cute. You jelly?
So yeah, I gotta go through this 119 more times for the next 10 years. One time every month. Only time will tell how this will all turn out. I’m starting to worry what would happen to me if this happened on a school day. Would I get bullied? Would I be called Ponyboy? How many stares do you think I’d find? How many girls would I pick up? Would Mom have to call me in sick? Who knows? Not me.
Also, I’d like to know what it would be like for me during summer vacation. We normally go to the pool during the summer almost every day. Would I sweat so much from the fur and the heat that I end up swimming in that instead of the pool? How would I swim, doggy paddle? What would people think when they see a pony swimming in a local pool? Would I even be allowed to swim? That last one, I highly doubt I’d be able to. Looks like we might have to set up a backyard pool then.
I think that might actually be a possibility. My dad has been saving up for just that reason. Pretty soon here, we’re going to have our very own backyard pool that we can swim in whenever we want. Although, there are some downsides to that, such as having to clean the filters of the fur that I might shed, haha!
I figured Dad might have woken up by now, since I’m hearing footsteps upstairs. I guess it’s time to break it to him that his son is a pony. I actually can’t wait to see his face when he sees me. I just hope he doesn’t faint, or overreact.
Dad walks down the stairs, and into the living room, which is where I am. He stops in his tracks, and just stares at me. I nod my head upwards as if saying “Sup?” His eyes widen, and he turns his head slightly to call for Mom, who was busy helping Natalie with her homework.
“Hey, Sandy?!” My Dad yelled across the hall. Yes, my mom’s name is Sandy, and my dad’s name is Henry.
“Yeah?” Mom yells back with a slight laugh in her voice, with Natalie also laughing.
I also chuckled a bit, but he didn’t hear since he was yelling back at her.
“Why is there a horse in our living room?!” My Dad said with a little bit of anger in his voice.
Ouch. Just ouch. That hurt. A lot. He called me a horse. Goodbye, pride.
“Oh, that’s n-not a horse!” My Mom says to him, a laugh escaping her lips as she said it.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing. Take another look at him, or should I say her.”
Dad looks back at me, with a slightly angry look on his face. I wave back, and his mouth drops open. Soon after, he loses it.
“Okay, can somebody please tell me what the hell is going on here?!”
Mom walks into the room, and acts as if she’s going to be the one to introduce us to each other.
“Henry, this is Reece. Reece, this is your Dad.” She says with a smile on her face.
Dad starts yelling at her in anger. “What are you talking about?! That is not my son!”
I’m not getting annoyed by this at all in case you were wondering. I’m actually enjoying this. I expected this from him, so I have no reason to be mad back at him. Mom gets all serious again.
“Don’t believe me?”
“No, I don’t! You honestly believe that that…thing is my son?! You really think I’m gonna buy that?! Not a chance!”
Again, not getting angry, even though he called me a thing. I’ve seen that happen before.
“Well, let’s just see what Reece has to say about that.” Mom says, looking back at me.
“Reece, do you have anything to say to him?” My mom says sarcastically.
“Well, aside from a simple ‘Hello, Dad’, I don’t think so. By the way, hi Dad.”
Dad looks at me bug-eyed, and his mouth gaping open from what he just saw and heard. Mom looks back over at him, crossing her arms, and grinning.
God, I am loving his reaction!
“Believe me now?” My mom says to Dad.
“I…I wish I could, but I simply can’t!” Dad says with a shocked expression.
“D-Do that again!” He says, looking at me.
I talk all slow, as if I were trying to explain something to him as if he were dumb. “Hello, my name is Reece. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Mom giggles a bit at my silliness.
“B-But…this is impossible! Horses can’t talk!” Dad shouts back at both of us.
“Ah-ah-ah. Not a horse. A pony.” I tell Dad.
“What’s the difference?!” My dad shouts back at me.
As soon as I inhale to tell him the difference he interrupts me with “Don’t answer that.”
I laugh instead.
“Look, I demand an explanation, and it better make sense!”
“Well, Reece said he just woke up like this, and he doesn’t know how it happened.” Mom tells him.
“Bullcrap! Stuff like this doesn’t just happen randomly!”
“Please watch your mouth. There’s a 9 year old in the other room.” Mom said sternly. After that, I heard a giggle come from that room.
“Yeah, Mom’s telling the truth. I don’t know how I ended up like this.” I told Dad. Another dirty lie. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep that up.
“Enough out of you! I don’t want to see, nor hear you anymore! At least not like this, if you really are my son.” My dad shouts back at me.
Shortly after he said that, he storms out of the house, and drives away.
I just shrug it off. I knew he’d act somewhat like that. Then, I just go back to watching TV, and Mom returns to helping out Natalie.
Oh, Adventure Time, how I love you!
Until chapter 5…