The journal of a weird guy

Dear journal, today I went out, and I found a filly hiding in a box. I brought her back here. She said her name is babs, and was visiting some of her cousins here when this all happened.

She really thinks all the machines in here are pretty cool. (Usually, unless you almost make an explosion by turning the Bunsen on without lighting it properly. That just stings.) Still, it's nice knowing I'm not alone. That's all for now.

Oh, and babs says hi.