derp if i know

Okay. So I have laid out some stuff for when she wakes up. I put a bowl of water in the corner of the room, over by the television. Next to that, I put a bowl of sugar. Probably not the best thing to give a baby pony, but it's the only thing that I know horses like. I would have put some apples on a plate, but I don't have any apples at the moment.

I dont know how cartoon ponys work in reality or what they do, but i'll have to see as I go along. Another strang thing that I noticed and i dont know how I missed it before. She has wings! Although, I dont think that she can fly yet, if she ever will. The wings on her back shouldn't be big enough to carry her, but there is alot of things I don't know. So what she does or doesn't do can only be told by the future.

Oh! I think she's waking up. Yup, she's stretching her legs out. Hey! her wings just popped up. Now she's fluttering them. And now she's going head first off the couch.

I try to get to her before she falls on her face, but it's too late. When I get to her, she is laying flat on her face. I pick her up and set her on her hooves. Oh no. she busted her lip.

I walk out of the room for a minute to get a bandaid and a paper towel. I wet the paper towel a little so that I may be able to get the bleeding to stop. When I get back into the living room, she isn't there where I left her. I look around to her food and water bowls, then to the kitchen. I swear, this thing is going to be nothing but trouble.

I turn back to see if she had gotten behind me. Sure enough, I see her scratching at the front door. I walk over and pick her up. She looks scared. I hold her in one hand and use my other to gently wipe her lip with the paper towel. Sure enough, she starts kicking back and forth, trying to get out of my grip. I tell her that it may hurt but if I dont do it now, it will only hurt more, later on.

She doesn't understand what im saying. She just keeps on kicking. I walk over to the table in the middle of the living room and set her on her back. I hold her tightly to the table with my left hand so that she can't get free. I use my right hand to get the bandaid.

While trying to put the bandaid on her lip, she pees on my left hand and all over the table. This is enough lubricant for her to wiggle free. At that point, I was ready to put her back in the fish bowl. But she escapes my reach and jumps off the table. She runs over to the TV area and climbs onto the table holding the TV and starts trying to chew through the cables. I quickly wipe my hand with the paper towel. When I turn back around and grab the fish bowl, she had almost pushed the TV off the table. Yet again, i am unable to stop her before it's too late.

The TV slams to the floor with a loud crash. I can only asume that the screen shattered and some stuff was broken inside. That only scares her even more. She jumps off that table and heads for the couch. Thankfuly, I'm able to grab her and shove her into the fish bowl.

The little thing is still kicking. She slams her body back and forth until the fishbowl rolls over. I'm trying to clean up what I can when i look back at her. I Should have just walked to work when I crashed. She is scrambling across the ground with her legs sticking out of the fish bowl, giving her room to run. She jumps up onto the couch and bounces into the window. The window breaks as she keeps going. From there, I dont know what happend.

I ran out the front door and looked for her as fast as I could. I'm starting to panic when I see her bolt under a bush on my front lawn. She doesn't run out the other side, so I assume that she is done running.

I can hear my neighbor's dog barking really loudly while staring at derpy. I walk over to the dog and throw a stick behind him. He of course runs off after the stick. I walk over to the bush that derpy was laying under and crouch so that I can reach her. She's curled up in the fishbowl crying. her face is red and tears are rolling down her face. Not to mention her lip bleeding all over the fishbowl.

I reach in and pull derpy out of the bush and wipe the blood off her face with my arm. She doesn't start kicking this time. I put the bandaid on her face and she stops crying. She looks at me with her two and a half inch derp eyes. If she wasn't so cute, I wouldn't have let her back into my home. I take her back inside and lay her on my bed where she can't harm anything.

As I walk out of the room, I hear her wisper something. I turn around and walk back to her. I ask if she said something, and she says it a little louder. "I'm sowwy." Ha! She talked. She can talk. This is so cool. Maybe I... Maybe I can raise her as I would a child. Like my own daughter. Things just get wierder and wierder. Now to go clean up a mess.