I love food time. I am very hungry. My wings are happy, too. Auntie and Unkie are happy. I have water and it is good with my vegetables.
Hello, Mister Long.
Hello, Fluffy Head.
I want to play.
Me too. Let's play and go on a trip to down there and the BIG fluffy heads.
Okay. I will go on my yummy cloud and fly to the the fluffy heads.
"Cork Screw, don't play with your food. Eat your carrots and broccoli. It's okay to dip them in your potatoes, just eat them."
They always talk a lot. 'Don't play with your food'. 'Don't run through the walls'. 'Don't eat the floors'. They tell me a lot of things that are hard to remember sometimes.
Mister Long does taste sweet and yummy. Mmm. Fluffy Head tastes... like green. The fluffy cloud they were on tastes sweet and salty. It's so good I want more.
More, please. I will push my plate, so they know.
Yay! They speak my words. Nummy.
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It is warm in the house now. The star is at its celestial medium, minus seven degrees. That is a good time. They left the door open and I will go let the photons from the star wash across me and cause an endothermic reaction.
It is nice here. The walls are so far away I can not see them. I will look for them in the light of the star. I can not walk so good. My legs are not the same length in the back, where my tail is. The one is smaller and it makes it hard to walk, but I will get better. I will not use the small leg and -oof-. The floor is hard clouds and it jumped at me. It is called a fall, sometimes, too.
I see some other ponies in the sky, above me. Also many homes, like mine!
I will find my home and tell it there are its friends here.
Hello. You are a house made of clouds. My house is made from clouds. Can you help me find my house? You are quiet like my house is. I will ask another.
It has been a long time and it is very nice. The sun passed its celestial medium and is at eleven degrees. I need to go to the bathroom soon. I need to make colors and then feel better. Auntie will clean me and make me wash my hooves, even though they are not dirty.
I see lots of blue, I will go to it.
There is brown and green, I should eat some.
The wind is loud and my wings hurt from the wind on them. I am falling to the food. It will be good, I think.
Unkie! You are hugging me tightly. Are you going to give me the food there? Why are we going to the clouds again?
Uh oh. I'm sorry, I went. I feel better now.
Auntie? Why are you sad? Is it because I went not in the bathroom? Clean me, see?
Mmm. Nuzzles. I like nuzzles. Where is home? I want to tell home about today.
Yay! Home! I will tell you about today and the warmth of the star.
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Thank you, Auntie for cleaning me back there. I will make the noise. We are both happy and I am not sad. Even Unkie is happy. The doors are closed and made extra hard with clouds again. I can not go outside now. I will play with my carts. Soon I will listen to stories and numbers from Auntie. She calls it 'school time'. It starts when the star is nearly forty-five degrees past its median until eating time. I eat a lot sometimes.
I will play with my carts now. They are the most fun friends ever.