I met a pretty pink pony today. It might sound crazy, but I really did. She was the first thing I saw when I woke up today. She had a bright, pink, thin coat with a bright, pink, poofy mane and a bright, pink, poofy tail. The only things on her body that weren’t pink were her incredibly wide, baby-blue eyes and a tattoo of various colored balloons on her butt. She was silly and incredibly sweet.
I woke up with quite a surprise today. It was my birthday, and the sound of trumpets made me jump from my bed. That’s when I saw the pretty pink pony beside me. She had one of those silly, little birthday hats on, and she was jumping up and down and singing the Happy Birthday song at the top of her lungs. Her voice was so high-pitched and bubbly that I couldn’t help but giggle just a bit; I’m laughing right now, as a matter of fact.
I got served cake for breakfast today. My living room and kitchen had been decorated for my birthday, but I didn’t remember putting them up the day before. The pretty pink pony went out of her way to do everything while I was asleep. It made me happy. She even had a fully made strawberry cake made just for me. It was delicious; I didn’t even notice the pictures of my parents departed had been taken down from the walls.
I played twister with a pony today. She had plenty of games waiting in the living room after we finished the cake. We played so many; we played Twister, Connect 4, chess and checkers, Monopoly, Pin the Tail on the Donkey, Hide-and-Go Seek, Clue, Who Am I?, Charades, Operation and so much more. It had been so long since I played any of them, and I enjoyed them all with the pretty pink pony. The whole time we laughed and joked; she made me laugh with her incredibly wide smile.
I sang karaoke with a pony today. She had cute juke-box with plenty of songs, and we sang along to plenty of tunes. I was pretty bad at singing, but she didn’t care. She laughed and congratulated me anyways. We sang through all of them, except all the sad songs, because we didn’t want to become sad on such a happy day. That would not have been fun.
I went out to a buffet today. After we had sang to our hearts content, the pretty pink pony had one last surprise for me. We got into my car and drove to the nearest all-you-can-eat restaurant. Normally I couldn’t go, because those places were very expensive, but the pretty pink pony treated me out and paid for it all. We had many delicious meals, such as steaks, salads, soups and so much more. The best part, however, was the desert. We got ice cream and puddings and cakes alike. We ate and we ate ‘till we could eat no more, and left with our tummies full and round.
I drove home on the highway today. It was much faster than driving on the streets, and I talked with the pretty pink pony while I drove. We laughed and sang a lot more, but we both were getting pretty tired. It had been a long day, after all. At one point, we were nearing a bridge and neither of us were talking, so I asked the pretty pink pony something I had been wondering the entire day. I asked her why she spent the entire day with me on my birthday, and why she was so nice. She looked back at me with the same smile she had on all day, but her eyes told me she was a bit sad. She told me how she saw how sad my life was, and how she decided to take it upon herself to cheer me up. She told me how she waited ‘till it was my birthday and how she snuck into my house whilst I was asleep to set up the decorations and planned the entire day out. She even told me how she took down the pictures of my dead parents so that nothing could ruin my special birthday celebration. This got me really happy and grateful, so I reached over and hugged the pretty pink pony, and she hugged me right back. That was the moment I decided that this was the best day ever.
I crashed my car on a bridge today. I got out of the hug with the pretty pink pony just in time to see the giant eighteen wheeler drive directly towards me with blaring horns and lights. I didn’t have any time to react before we hit each other, and everything went black.
I woke from a car crash today. I was laying face down on the road, and my body hurt with bruises and cuts. Somehow, during the crash, I had been tossed outside the car, so I wasn’t crushed up. I slowly got up, wincing from the hurt, and looked over to see my car demolished, up in flames, and bent up like tin-foil. At first, I was grateful I was alive and okay, but then I remembered about my passenger.
I killed a pretty pink pony today. I quickly hobbled over to the broken car, because for some reason, it got really hard to use my legs right then. I saw a glimpse of pink inside the crushed up vehicle, so I dug it out by prying some burning pieces of metal off the car. It burned my hands, but I didn’t feel it much. Finally, I pulled the pretty pink pony out of the car, but she was more red than pink then. I couldn’t tell where her skin began and organs ended. I was about to start crying when she moved her head just a little, and I looked up to see her smiling at me. Smiling. I couldn’t believe it. I asked her why she was still smiling, even though I was afraid to know the answer. She grinned with half of her teeth missing, and told me that as long as I was happy, then she was happy, and that was all she needed. The pretty pink pony closed her eyes and her body got cold in my hands.
I ended my day laughing today. I’m laughing right now, as a matter of fact. I’m laughing over the body of the pretty pink pony, and every time I look down at the corpse, I start laughing even harder. I don’t know why; it’s not that funny. It really isn’t. I’m thinking back to my best day ever and how much fun I had and how much joy the pretty pink pony brought to me today, and then I’m looking over my side and seeing the side of bridge. I get up, leaving the body of the pretty pink pony there in the middle of the road, and walk over to the side of the bridge. Wow, that’s a long drop. There’s a river at the bottom, and I wonder whether or not that river could save a person if they dropped off this bridge. I guess there’s only one way to find out. Still laughing, I jump off the side of the bridge. The ground is rushing towards me and the smile on my face as I drop through the air is enormous. If only the pretty pink pony were here to see it, it would’ve made her so happy.
Author's Note
Yeah, I just realized I can be a super depressing person when I want to be.
