Endeavor

It's the early hours of a weekend morning and I probably should spend this time getting back to sleep, but I feel restless as I am plagued by a sense of dread. The previous day, I happened upon the most obnoxious... wait, let me check that in my dictionary... okay - The most obnoxious pony I had ever met. The baker pony... the sheer, terrifying determination to make a pony such as myself smile. One shudders to imagine what inequine thoughts lie behind that facade... what dreams of chronic and sustained partying?

She had dragged me and a few other ponies off of the street to join a birthday party she was putting together for another resident of the town. Apparently, this is a highly regular occurrence in Ponyville from what I was told by Mystery Blue Maned Pony Number One who was on the zipping ride with me. The baker successfully managed to run on her hind legs, as the few ponies, myself included, were caught in her grasp, flailing in the wind. I dared not question what was going on, lest my neck and the necks of others caught in the mare's grasp suffer injury from the sudden distraction I could have made for her.

My thoughts linger before I sigh deeply, letting them all flow out and in to the stale air around me; a small reminder that I should open the bedroom window and let the cool air in. I yawn as tiredness soon takes its toll after thinking back on it all, making my way back to bed to return to the land of sleep.