Boy oh boy was today a crazy day. A very dear friend of mine is leaving and in a last attempt to get her to reconsider I offered her a pony. Did I know where the hell I was going to get a pony? Of course not, I have no clue lucky for me I have connections. So she was pleased to hear this and agreed. So I set out in unknowing where I would be going to find this Pony. My good friend Sal the Giant offered me some advice – he said, “when you want to get a Pony just travel North and carry a bushel of carrots.” It wasn’t much, but it was a start. Off I went walking perfectly North. With compass in hand and a bushel of carrots under my right arm I had no idea where I might end up. After a short while I found myself walking in the darkest forest I had ever seen in my life. Eerie noises echoed throughout the forest and I began to feel that this may not have been such a good idea. Rustling came from a large thicket, “Could this be a pony?” I wondered. Surely, it was not a Pony. It was actually a vampire, and damn do I hate vampires. Lucky for me, I just happened to be wearing my brand new Axe – garlic scented so the Vampire was not such a threat after all. Then I began to question Sal’s advice, maybe North wasn’t the right way to go. With this in mind I turned around 180 degrees and began walking South. The journey felt like it was going much quicker now, within a matter of minutes I had left that dark forest and all seemed to be okay. The crows began to fly over head just waiting for me to show any sign of weakness, and ravens were in the trees eyeing me carefully. I would not give them the satisfaction of eating my carcass today. I continued on in lieu of their persistent cawing. Soon I had found myself at the door of a large mansion and what was in the back but a large pony farm! Alas I had done it. However, all of these ponies belonged to a single spoiled rich girl who was not willing to share.

TO BE CONTINUED…