I find this place despicable. The highchair I sit in is an inescapable torture prison where they force feed me the worst of this so-called "grub." As I sit in my prison-chair, this so-called foalsitter walks in with a bowl of what I assume should be mashed carrots. I wanted to make an accident into the paper bag wrapped around my flank at that moment, but alas, I didn’t have the width.
The giant tall pony gives a clever smile and says, "Are you ready to eat your lunch, Twilight?" No, I am not. That dreadful food will kill me before I walk! I demand better quality!
She takes a spoonful of the carrots and twirls it in the air as if it were a toy. “In coming the train, Twi'.” she says. I shall not let the train strike.
I turn my face towards the right so she can’t feed me the monstrosity. My bad luck, a little smudge of it dabbed my left cheek. I wanted to do nothing more than wipe it off, but then the giant would have the advantage over me. I could do nothing more but keep looking away from the mare.
She takes a napkin from the table, dabs my cheek with it, and says, “Come on Twi’, it’s good for you. There’s nothing wrong with it.” You liar. Discord shall meet you in Tartarus.
I turn my head to look the pink pony in the eyes. She’s only here to make sure I don’t escape. She’s in on the plan of imprisoning me. I shall not let this happen; I have to find a way out of these bindings. Only, there is no way out.
My face looks down at the white floor of the kitchen, and I instantly regret it. Below me, the floor seemed to grow from afar to where I felt like fainting just by looking at it. I’d have to climb miles down to get to the bottom.
I look up to see the pony making faces. She wants a laugh out of me, but she won’t get it. This is the mare who keeps watch over me while I eat, sleep, and one and two. I dare her to try the grub for once… they're kind of funny… no… nono… nononono.
I don’t know what kind of evil possessed me, but I felt myself giggle. For some reason, I found it hypnotizing. My giggles were getting louder, and before I knew it, she shoves the spoon into my mouth and pulls away while I’m forced to swallow it. The mashed carrots trickled down my throat and into the pits of my stomach. I prayed to Celestia that I could barf the poison all over the mare’s face. That would show her who the dominant one is.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she said. It had the taste of vegetable feces.
She brings in another spoonful, twirling it around in the air in front of my face while making choo-choo noises. It is then that I realize that I cannot escape from my restraints as of right now. I have no choice but to allow this seduction. I open my mouth wide and she slowly shoves the spoon into it….
‘You wide flank mare! I hope you burn in Tartarus, and that you’re sent by the magic of Princess Celestia herself. You will die a horrible painful death caused by the flames of despair! I’ll watch as your flesh slowly melts away from your body for all of eternity, and your body will continue to regenerate just to melt away again! I’ve had enough of your bickering face; it’s time that I took action!’
Before she could even put the spoon in the bowl, I scream aloud a huge, eagle-screeching wail from my mouth. She immediately drops it into the bowl and puts on the fake look of being worried upon her face.
“Oh dear, Twilight, is something wrong?” she says. Yes, something is wrong. I'm stuck in here with the beast of Canterlot. I continue to screech my sobs of sorrow until; finally, she unlatches my prison and cuddles me up close. I feel in danger as both her front hooves hold me upon her chest. I try to struggle as the hooves of madness are wrapped around me.
She rocks me left and right, and all I can do is struggle. Through all of this I hear her singing:
Hush now, quiet now
It's time to lay your sleepy head
Hush now, quiet now
It's time to go to bed
I felt my head become a daze as the dream world slowly drifted over a sea of black and into mine eyes.... No! I will not go out like this! Not within the hooves of this mare. I’ll soon escape and take over this household!
I kick and I scream and I cry. While all this took place, the mare was trying to comprehend about what she was supposed to do. Finally, after all my kicking and screaming, she grasp me in the blue aurora of her horn and placed me upon her back. She looked stricken and confused still but had enough reason to walk out of the room with me still upon her back.
I wondered where she would take me. I had absolutely no idea on what was going on right now, or what was going to happen to me. I began to worry as the thoughts of what she was going to do went on through my mind. I took a deep gulp but remained silent. We wandered up the stairs and into a long hallway lined with only a few doors.
She opened one, and inside was the dungeon that I make refuge in. I shuddered when I saw my cell. The only way to escape it was from the top, but somehow they thought that one through. The walls of it were too tall for me to climb over. She placed me upon the soft bedding that keeps me from getting hurt, wraps a blanket around me to keep me from moving around, and starts singing again.
Hush now, quiet now
It's time to lay your sleepy head
Hush now, quiet now
It's time to go to bed
I then drift off into a deep slumber. My eyes were closed, but I could still hear and feel what was going on. I wanted to gag. That wretched mare kissed my forehead! Lucky for me, she exits the room, leaving me to my bidding. Unfortunately for her, I’m still wide awake.
I flutter my eyes open and crawl to the bars that imprison me. Just outside is an army of tiny soldiers, all lined up in perfect order around a tower of building blocks. I picked up my minion, who stayed up on the bed with me when I slept. She looked odd with her button eyes, and sock-like style, but she was my best aid. Down below I looked at the other minions and spoke:
'Tis be the day that we start planning our escape. No longer will these ponies be in charge of everything we do. No longer will we have to take afternoon naps, and eat liquefied food. Outside is the pink one who stands guard to make sure we don't escape. She could be our source along with the male. Today we celebrate; because, tomorrow, we leave!'
I crawl to the other side of the crib, lifted up the mattress, and pulled out a small journal with colorful drawings on the front cover. I open it, take a pencil out, and began writing:
Day Two hundred seventy-four:
I’m absolutely done with this wretched family. All they ever do is feed me, sing to me, burp me, and put me to bed. I’m tired of seeing this pink mare every day of my life. When I find a way out of this cell, I’ll go too big brother and he’ll help me escape. He’s the only one who knows me. He’ll make sure that I’m safe and sound for when I dominate Equestria. Just wait giant pink mare. Your time will come.
For I am thy little filly,
--Twi’
