Stuff That Happens

Lying on her back, that’s what they’d always told her was best. But she wasn’t sure, didn’t seem very likely. So she preferred to lie on her stomach. Better for the digestion that way, too. Any else and she’d be squinting the eyes in discomfort, bowels agitated and giving their best complaints. But she knew now how to quell those. Didn’t deal much with that sort of trouble anymore.

Really made her miss the good old days. Ah yes, the good old days, dragging her bum down the road, carrying her knapsack of assorted brushes and lints. Sky a hodgepodge of substance, cheery periwinkles in the horizon, and she’d pass by other ponies all the while whistling a little tune. It could certainly be said, back when she’d still had her teeth, there’d been little she’d loved more than ambling down gravel whistling of the mulberry bush.

No more of that now. Time had passed and carried happenings with it, like a flock of thieves, robbing her of everything short the privates. Wouldn’t have been proper at the time. Their loss, she knew. So she’d gathered her items and carried on as pleased and done just fine for herself, until the legs had gone out. But that couldn’t be helped, a natural nature of it. Gave her a chance to enjoy laying on the stomach at any rate.