Three washed up musicians, a musician’s daughter, a young autistic stallion with no job, his sister and an 11 year old deaf party pony sit on a picnic blanket and reflect about life. Who created them, why were they created?
What made the universe go round and the most important question of all, was there a creator?
I wrote this story in an hour to explore what my original characters would think if they knew that I created them and that they were real within the confines of this universe. Criticism is welcome, but please remember to be gentle about it and no harsh or hurtful criticism is allowed.