"Sir, we have been told you..." The police officer flipped through his notes,"Filed a report saying that a colorful pony tried to kill you. Correct?" The officer said in a thick country accent. "Yes sir, that is correct." I replied. "You do realize that you have filed the same report ever since... January of 2010?"
"Yes sir, I do"
"And that you said that the mental hospital had helped your, ahem, 'problem'"
"Of course sir but-"
"Enough said. I'm afraid you will have to go back to the institution."
"Wait! Sir I swear, this time it was real!!"
"Sorry boy but I'm afraid you'll have to go back no matter what."
"God dammit!" I thought. "I swear I will never finally get away from that looney bin!"
"Hi old friend!" I heard a mischievous voice say.
"Ugh! Go away!!" I Sreamed at the voice. "It's your fault I'm in here!"
"Oh come on!! It's not that bad. It's kind of awesome!" The voice said.
I slowly turned around to face a rainbow maned Pegasus.
"Why the hell did you try to kill me?" I asked forcefully.
"Kill you? No! I was making you breakfast when the knife slid out of my mouth and almost stabbed a passed out you! It was so awesome how fast you jumped up to yell, "IT'S TRYING TO KILL ME!!"'
"That wasn't 'awesome' it was terrifying! And besides how the hell can you drop a knife so perfectly that it almost kills some one?" I ask.
"Easy! Like this!" The pony thing pulled out a knife from seemingly no where and flew so it was directly above me.
"Stop! God dammit!! Who the hell gave you a knife?"
"Oh, that awesome guy over there!" She pointed towards the other side of the cell at a man sharpening what seemed to be twenty different types of knifes at once. This was going to be a long nine years.
