derp if i know

My name is George. Im twenty six years of age. I live in a medium sized town in the open areas of california. I have a decent job working for a gaming company. Enough money made to afford the house and other applications. I live alone. My whole life, i have been looking for a perfect something. I dont know what that something could be. but i know that it's there. Somewhere.

I live a pretty boring life if you ask me. My friends say that i just need to get out more and meet new people. Which is a bit of a problem because i cant... im not... im kind of shy. The longest conversations ive ever had with somebody were with my father. When he died, it only made things worse. I havn't been in a relationship for a few years. Just because im shy doesn't mean i like being alone.

Today was an average day. Sunny and windy.Tthats what most days were like. I would drive to work in my camry and stay at work for about eight hours. Then come home and watch tv or go online. The good thing about being a game designer is that i get first copy of any new game that comes out.

Today, they were doing construction work on my normal route to work. So i took the detour they pointed towards on there sign the guy was holding up. I was just driving down the road when, i was crossing an intersection, my light was green. and suddenly BOOM! I had been hit by a truck that was zooming down the road at a super fast speed. I hit my head on the stiring wheel and my vision blurs. My car's back tires slide across the pavement and the car turns sideways to the direction. Though i am turned, i still have momentum forcing my car to roll across the road a few times. I keep hitting my head until my car stops on its side. Barely able to see, I move my hand from gripping my seat to push the button that roll aside the sun roof window.Ii climb my way out of the vehicle and on to the road. no other cars were around to see the event, and the truck had just kept speeding down the road. My car got destroyed and my phone with it so i couldn't call statefarm. I tried singing the jingle but that didnt work.

Perfect! Now i have to walk all the way back home to call my insurance.

I get home and as i walk up my driveway, i hear a faint wimpering cry. Where is it coming from? I take a moment to stop and look around but i see nothing. But the sound is still there. I am now following my ears to where my mailbox is. I open up the container and crouch so that i may peek inside. It's dark. But i can make it out.

Its some sort of small horse. As it sees me i can tell that its happy to see daylight but scared to see my. I'm now thinking that i may have gotten a concusion. Its actually kind of cute. Even though its so cute, i dont care. I do what any man would do if they saw something like this. I stick my arm up and point at it. It now looks at me with confusion. I'd be confused to if some one just started pointing at me.

I quickly jab my finger into the mail box and shove my pointer into its belly. Its squishy and warm. I keep it in there for a second more and feel a sharp pain in my finger. I pull it out and look back into the mailbox. its now staring at me with anger in its eyes. Suddenly the small horse trys to jump out of the box, but not before i can slam the mailbox door in its face. Teaches it for biting me.

I go into my house and grab a hefty garbage bag. Nothing can break one of those. I walk back out side and leave my door open. Thats when i notice that i am bleeding. I go back into my house and set the bag aside. That bitch is in for it. I go into one of my closets and get an old fish bowl. I set that on my front porch. Now i walk down to the mailbox and pry it out of the ground. I can hear it kicking and screaming. I walk over to my porch next to the fish bowl.

That thing wont stop screaming, so i shake the mailbox for a few seconds.Ii realize how cruel that was later, but it stopped. I now hold the mailbox over the fishbowl and open the mailbox door. The small horse falls upside down into the fish bowl. I have now determined that it is female for reasons i refuse to say.

I can now see that this horse is no ordinary horse. Its kind of... cartoony. Yup, its gray coated with a yellow blonde mane that seems to have no strands. Its just there. I can also see that its, how do i put it, derp. The eyes arn't facing the same directions. For now im just going to call it derpy for good reason. I can defenetly tell that its a young horse. Maybe a foal. But its much smaller than the average horse. Its more of a pony.

Okay! I am now the owner of a pesky little derp pony that has a strong jaw. What to do with it, i don't know. I'll think about it later, but first, i need to fill my fishbowl up with freezing cold water or my new fish will dehidrate.

Im not actually going to do that. Just enough to where it can drink. Im not going to kill it or anything, i was just kind of mad.

I walk over to the sink and pour some warm water over derpy. She seems to like it. She just sort of lays down in the fish bowl as the warm water soaks away the dirt and stuff in her... actually, i dont know where the dirt's coming from. She looks pretty clean to me. She looks so cute, i dont know any reason why i would dsturb this. I turn off the water and set her aside. She has fallen asleep now.

I waited about ten minutes before i slowly pour the water out of the bowl. i take a towel and gently lift her out of there. Luckily, she stays asleep. I can feel the warmth from her body through the towel. She is so squisky. She is kind of like one of those wierd, squishy ball things that have the rubber flagella things coming off of it. I cant seem to find the ribcage though. This thing has some wierd anatomy compared to none cartoon ponys.

I lay her upon the towel and wrap her up.I set her down on the couch and look at her sleep. I put my hand on her soft little head and pet her gently.