So after finding my two childhood fakies who were lost for years, I've cleaned them up! I also had a wooden stable that has been down in the basement for years as well. I can't remember if it was stored or just left to it's own to sit, but that basement has unfortunately flooded several times. My mother made a comment recently on how a mini wooden tree house also down there could be in great condition, or it could be rotting away and we'd never know it. I haven't been down to check as our basement is a cross between an uncarpeted horror maze and a box filled hazard. Since the stable is also made of wood, it could be rotting too. :c
To prepare myself for this potential loss, I decided to write a little drabble about my ponies in the condition they were found in.
Here are the only 'before' pictures I have, for reference:
The mini story:
The top of a hill is brought into view. It is no longer a picture perfect spot for a picnic, there is no longer lush green grass swaying in the gentle breeze, nor a bright sunny day.
The hill top is in the middle of a heinous storm, and between the rough, battering winds everything is a dreary washed-out grey.
Upon the hill a figure appears. It is a pink pony. As she makes her way to the top, she staggers before regaining her balance and reaches her destination. Her colorful mane is swept up and splayed out unflatteringly behind her back, revealing a prominent head wound.
The three yellow hearts on her haunches seem very out of place, as the pony is neither lovely nor cheerful. She stands on the hill, her motions stopped. She is clearly exhausted, but does not make any effort to sit down. She is waiting for another.
Trailing close by our pink mare is a smaller pony, who is practically dragging herself up the hill at this point. Her purple body is caked in mud and dirt, as if she had slipped several times during her journey. The horseshoes displayed across and beyond her flank are hard to make out beneath all of the grime.
She curses the rain for being so incessant, and her once long pink locks are now a tangled mess from trailing across the ground in the muck.
The smaller pony is just as miserable as the first, but as she meets her companion at the hilltop it becomes clear why she had become so dirty; her eyes are unusually positioned, almost cross-eyed but away from the bridge of her nose. She simply could not see straight through the thick sheets of water pouring down.
There is a hike in her step as she reaches the larger pony waiting for her and shouts to be heard over the wind:
Miss n' Chance: Look!
Both ponies turn to the scene left behind them. Beyond the hill is a barn caught up in a treacherous flood, and in the process of being torn apart debris swirl haphazardly around.
Miss n' Chance: Our home!
The larger pony does not respond at first, before pulling the smaller mare away.
Limone Mellow: We have to find shelter! We made it to high ground, but we can't be stuck out here!
Miss n' Chance: But what about my family? They were supposed to come live with us!
She wailed.Limone Mellow continues to guide her friend away from the disaster.
Limone Mellow: W-we'll find them!--Later! We can still do that, just like we planned! We need to find a new home first!
Miss n' Chance: But what if they come here and don't find us? What if they think we're dead? WHAT IF THEY WERE ALREADY HERE AND GOT SWEPT AWAY?!
She cried.Limone Mellow: They're smart, just like you! They probably delayed their travels because of the storm! They are alright, Miss!
She desperately reassured the panicking mare, but truly knew nothing of the sort.
Miss n' Chance: But what about your family? How will they know you're alright?
Limone Mellow started, before gazing at the ground. She looked far away.
Limone Mellow: It doesn't matter!
Miss n' Chance: But what if they assume the worst?
Limone Mellow: They can think what they like! It's NOT our concern!
Miss n' Chance: But--
Limone Mellow: Missy please!
The pony begged. The barn's gone, let's GO!
The purple mare did not press it anymore. They both made a mad dash to get out of the storm.
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So, does anyone have made-up stories about how your ponies got in unfavorable conditions? Have you fixed them since, or tried to work with their misfortunes?
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