The Wish of Hope

     It was a month later. "Bedtime!" She, my 'mother' said, bringing out a book. She always reads me a book, well part of one at bed time. Unfortunately it always happens to be a boring big book. We had just finished a beginners guide to magic, and now were reading the encyclopaedia of magic. Even though it had only been a month, I had already gotten used to being a baby... Pony.... A foal.... It was food, nap, play, food play, food and story and bedtime. Same routine every day, who couldn't get used to this? I think it's time for a change in routine. I quietly wait till she is finished jabbering on about magic and reading a few pages of that horridly boring book. She yawned and magicked the book away slowly walking away. The strangest thing is that I had started thinking in equestrian too.

     Perhaps I could magic this crib cage bar thing down.... Just let your inner magic flow out. What do you know, maybe those books came in useful after all! I shut my eyes and imagine magic, coursing through my body, coming out of my horn and I hear a slam. I quickly open my eyes to find the crib door down. Yay! I scream and ignore the fact that it comes out a garble and I clumsily climb out with a squee. Time to escape this joint. I make my way out of the open door and though the hallway as quietly as I can to not to make a noise.

     Clumsily but quietly making my way down the stairs when a sudden realisation hits me. I was a baby. Babies cannot go wander the streets by themselves..... I made it down anyways, I might as well go. I bring myself up on a chair climbing over a desk, then crawling through an open window. I slowly look down. It isn't that high, is it? I wince looking down once more and jump, scraping my legs, but it was worth it. For some freedom. Sore, but otherwise fine I crawl along the cobblestone at night, gaining a few scratches but not very painful, though it would be for a real baby.

     Somewhere along the lines I had fallen asleep on the street, as my wee baby body is i resistant to being tired. The next thing I knew I was being picked up by a pastel yellow pony and being cooed at.

"Now who are you little baby?"

I scream in anger, I was finally free and now I felt like I was gonna cry. I try to help it but my eyes start watering and I start crying.

"Now now, don't cry." She whispered and hushed which surprisingly calmed me down.

"There, see I'm not bad, now lets get you back to your moms house" she said with a small smile and put me on her back carrying me away. This surprised me, how did she know who my mom was? I hadn't quite recalled this pony, but then again, I don't recall a lot of things. I must be loosing my marbles!