My little tentacle horror

Its done, it took months to find all the right materials but its done I said  to myself. A few days to find the right color plants, a month to get the loom made, another month to spin the plants, and two more months to sew it all but suit is done. My 3 hoof(foot) tall and 5 hoof wide tentacle mass wiggles with joy. I slowly, as to not damage the green pony suit with a yellow mane and a squiggle for a cutie mark, enter the suit . I have to shed a few of my extra tentacles to squeeze in and zip it up tight. The zipper now cleverly hidden in the tail. I sculpted two tentacles already to look and act as eyes so nopony gets suspicious. I feel around in the suit filling all the spaces as so to not have noticeable vine indentations in my new skin....and now the hard part moving like a pony. First one hoof, then the other,I trip falling on my side. It doesn't hurt because I can't feel pain. I groan to myself in annoyance. This is going to take a while.                                                      Some time later... Let's say like two days.                                                                                                                                                                                   Dear diary.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     I think I am ready, I have my saddle bag full of sign language books that I've  taught myself. A small amount of bits I found just laying on the ground in some old castle and finally a small dagger to protect myself if necessary in my new form. I could always just rip out of this suit and choke the would be attacker but that would blow my cover. Stealth is key if I want friends..................I'm just so tired of being alone with only the animals for company. As a plant all I need to live is soil and water but The ponies don't know that, they couldn't know that because they mistake me for the thorny tentacles that eat the flesh of live victims.Even though I can't talk I will go into that small village and I will make friends that can keep my secret. I will thank the one pony every day who trusted me enough to bring her to safety and who showed me the gift that is friendship, derpy, I will find you again and I will see you as emerald, wish me luck diary. I'm going to need all I can get in the coming days.