Bob

My quest for The Couch has been unsuccessful in its many past years, but it will end SOON, I can feel it in my bones.

I have received word of a magical couch being spotted in the Everfree Forest.  I remember venturing into the Everfree before, when I was a foal.A dangerous place, it is. The weather happens without the pegasi controlling it and the animals don’t need anypony to take of them. But, I would do anything to get that Celestia-forsaken couch, including going in such a place as the Everfree Forest.

This mission has nearly driven me mad, but I will find it.  And, by some miracle, I will get it back to Celestia.  The couch MUST be found soon, or I may go completely insane.  I've started talking to rocks.

There is a small town near the Everfree called Ponyville.  I have figured that I could stay there for lodging and supplies.  People tell me there are some pretty nice ponies there, too.  I wonder how my wife and children are doing.

Sometimes I wonder what The Couch looks like.  How many pillows does it have?  How long is it?  Is it leather?  A sectional?  What color is it?  I wonder if Celestia remembers me.   I think it might have been 60 years since I left, so anything cold have happened.

My whole entire life has been dedicated to this.  My entire life has been spent wasting away, looking for this couch.  In Couch Log 37, I have placed all of the clues, hints, and bits of information pointing to the location of The Couch.  I am sure that it is either somewhere in the Everfree forest, or in Ponyville.

Day 74

I have abandoned my camping site and set off for the forest, carrying high hopes for the road ahead.  After heading into Ponyville for supplies, I now have a pocket knife, a map, emergency rations, and a souvenir keychain with a little light on the end of it.

Rumors say that the couch is in a dark cave in the heart of the forest.  My hooves trotted over to the thick lining of trees that marked a natural wall to the Everfree.  My knife sliced a hole through it and I plunged into the dense mass of vegetation.  Making my way into the very center of it all, my leg got suck in something that felt like a cross between a mud pit and my mom's cherry pie.  My eyes looked to the floor and widened as they saw my leg stuck in a rotting, squishy carcass of a baby manticore.  Well, in its jaws, anyway.  I nudged the dead body away and continued on.  Several miles into the hike, my legs ached and the my saddlebag was rubbing away my coat.  I made a camp under a tree, had a bite, and covered myself in a blanket as I fell asleep.