A new life

"What's the use, we are perfectly happy here! I stated with a slight groan at the end. My parents just don't get it! I want to stay! Oh yeah, the name is Prints, animal artist extraordinare. Today, I am not in the best of mood. Sure the sun is shining, birds are chirping and Percy, my winged pet cat is sleeping on my head chewing one of my rubber bracelets. Yes, all is well in Griffinstone except for one thing... I'm moving. Some Griffins would be incredibly excited to move, and I am a little eager to see what it's like to live in a cloud house, but I am not eager to go to a new school. From what I have read about ponyville, we will be the first griffin family to live there. Rumor has it that a pony there, the element of laughter, throws a party for every new pony (or griffin) who moves to ponyville. My whole family is moving there which includes me, my dad, mom and little brother Wilson (or will for short) plus pets Ozzie, Percy And Russel. So that's 7. Wow, that's a big party. Still, who would want to be friends with a Griffin? I mean, from what my pal and flight tutor Gilda says, ponys are all a bunch of dweebs. I never want to hear lame again in my life. Anywho, I'm bored and whenever I'm bored, I draw. My parents say I have a gift, but I say I have a lot of practice. After 20 minutes or so, I have a nice drawing of a pony, specifically, a unicorn. I always wondered what it would be like to be a unicorn. In fact, the element of magic, princess twilight sparkle, lives in ponyville. Omygosh, I should totally have her enchant my favorite pencil! Mable, she could make it so the lead never breaks!... nah I should never go with my first choice, Oh! How about making it shift colors, no I can buy those at the shop, AHA! Make everything I draw come to life! yes! It would be perfect! I WILL HAVE 100 CATS!!!!!

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Today is my last day in Griffinstone and I am heading to Gilda's place in my usual attire, a paint splattered leather jacket. I ring the doorbell, and I hear Gilda call "be right there!" I catch a whiff of her amazing griffin scones, and I hear my stomach make an audible  grumble. "Shut up" I groan, as if my stomach could hear me. Gilda opens the door, and asks me" is there an earthquake going on?" Oh, you're no better when you're hungry", I laugh. "Well, it's not like I wanted you to be full, thee scones are fresh out of the oven and it's not like they're gonna eat themselves!" I laugh again, with a beak full of baked goodness. " Gilda hand me a bag full of them. "These are for the road" she says with a grin. "Wow, thanks!"I exclaim. We head outside for a while, all the time we were flying and chatting. Soon it turned around four and I had to say good- bye to some other Griffins. "Bye Gilda, I'll miss you" I say fighting back a tear. "I'll miss you too, Prints" "send me some letters, and promise when you visit next time, don't be all ponyfied" She says. "Don't worry, I'll always be a griffin" I reply, breaking the hug and starting to fly off.