The Meaning of Life

      I look down at my hooves and feel like weeping. It had been a week and I had finally figured out how to talk, but my mane and tail were in a horrible mess unlike when I had gotten here. I had scrapes and bruises everywhere, worst of all, I was hungry. It was the worst hunger I'd ever felt, the kind that kind of just tore at you making you writhe in pain. I sigh trying to ignore the stares I was getting and I slowly walk with a small limp in my back leg when I notice a red and white checkerd blanket with a basket left unattended. It couldn't hurt to take it could it? I mean they probably have plenty of food. I scurry to it grabbing it quickly and running off as fast as I could with my limp until I get as far as I think is good with my mouth watering from the delicious smell of food. Food.. Food is all I can think of. I open the basket almost tearing off the lid in my hunger and lifting out a sandwich, sure it had daisies in it but it was food right? I don't even care if it would be bitter. I quickly stuff it into my mouth almost swallowing the thing whole and grabbing more food out of there not even glancing a peek at it. Just eating. My hunger is finally extinguished.

     I immediately regret eating so fast due to the terrible stomach ache I was getting. At least I wasn't hungry any more though. I leave the basket there suddenly having more energy and walk towards a river a bit of into the distance wanting to clean my pelt because now that I wasn't hungry, I cared what I smelled and felt like. A few birds chirp at me while I walk. Seeing the river just ahead I take off running and leap in. How stupid of me, I land wincing from the pain of my hind leg but ignore it as I let the river clean me off. I wondered how I would get the nettles out of my mane and tail. Whatever, I'm glad I don't stink anymore. I look around when I suddenly regurgitate all the food I had eaten before leaving a mess of chewed up half digested food floating in the water. I watch in disgust as a raccoon that had been hiding in a nearby bush comes to eat it, shivering I walk away with pictures in my mind of raccoons eating all types of throw up. Oddly even though I threw up most of the food I had eaten I was not hungry.

     I get back in town glad I am not being stared at as much though getting occasional raises of eyebrows when they see my hair. I stand observing the ponies when one of them looks at me and his pupils dilate. I wonder where I recognize this pony from as he comes towards me when it hits me. It was that doctor. My pupils constrict and I turn around about to dash of but as soon as I start running he yells out to someone else.

"It's the runaway filly from the hospital! Go get her!" And the two of them manage to catch me. If only my foot was less painful and I was a bit bigger, I could've gotten away. "Why did you run away from the hospital?" He asks me and due to my fear of doctors I break down in years telling him a half truth.

"I sniff am afraid of hospitals!" I say and wonder why I had slowly started to act more childish. Breaking down in tears.. Strange.

"You don't need to be afraid, it's okay we are here to help, not hurt you!" He says in a soft voice calming me down. "Now will you come with us? Please?"

"O-okay" I stutter and decide I'll go due to the pain in my flank and hope they might be able to take the limp away. Wait... I suddenly remember I was a human. But not anymore. Now I was a little kid again.. A PONY little kid... I sigh and walk after him sadly. A filly.

     When we enter the hospital he talks to the pony at the front desk and then walks me up a floor of stairs and into a room. It wasn't the room I was in before. I look around curiously and sit down on the bed my leg sore. I look up in surprise as he asks me something. He asked me what my name was. "Oh uh... Er....." I had forgotten my human name and couldn't make up a pony name. Maybe they could make one up for me. "I seem to have forgotten."

"Is there anything else you have forgotten?" He asks with a sense of true care.

"I don't think so..." I reply with a small smile.

"Well, until you remember I guess we're just going to have to call you something. How about Spring Meadows?"

"Spring meadows. Hmm I like that! Okay then!" I say enthusiastically. "Now I have a different question.. Can you make my leg stop hurting?"

     "Of course! Which leg is bothering you dear?" He asks as is how him. It turns out I had broken the leg I had also wounded when I jumped, and it had healed incorrectly. I would have to get surgery. My eyes get bigger and bigger slowly as he says that. "Umm. No thanks." I weakly whisper but he ignores that. Something about I wasn't old enough to make my own choices and I would regret this. Humph. He lifts up a needle and I shot my eyes as I feel it poke me and I suddenly feel sleepy. Anememenamesiaaaaaaaaaaamaaa I drowsily say before I fall asleep. The doctor had started surgery on my leg even though I clearly didn't to and was fine staying like this. I knew I wasn't going to ever get back to my human life and I didn't mind it much since I wasn't really losing much now was I? I was fine with being a pony. I didn't want any surgery though.....