Getting Old.

I woke up with crusty eyes and a stiff back. It was a beautiful day outside, sun was shining, birds were singing, it was awesome I guess. I dragged myself over to the door as my cutie mark turned into a cheesy news channel cloudy weather report. I shook myself everywhere to get the blood pumping so I was not cranky when I saw somepony.

*Painful thumping*

I was just about to yell that "I've fallen and I can't get up!" But I realized that I lived alone. I actually could not. Instead I screamed in pain. But since I was a weather pony, I had to get to work quickly. I was late. You know how I said I had to drag myself to the door a paragraph ago? Now I literally have to drag my self to the door. It was slow and tedious. I don't have much front hoove strength so it took me at least a full hour to get ready. I never knew that opening a door to me was suddenly an achievement. By now I was at least able to crawl and limp so that was fine. But also by now I was really late.

I mustered up all my strength and shot off like a bullet! I liked going fast and that made me happy which made me want to go even faster, so I did. Going faster made me even happier changing my cloud to a cheesy sunny cloud. I imagined myself myself flying at the speed of sound. I did some kind of speed exploit where I reached my speed limit super quickly with happiness but somehow I didn't get tired. I remembered that it's supposed to be sunny today and I had to blow away about 20 clouds? I think I destroyed that limit. I finished my job in a matter of seconds.

[Two hours later]