The Pony Friend


The day after my parents and I returned home from our trip to the countryside, I pleaded with them to get me a pony. The pony rides were truly an enthralling experience—one that I wished I could live through every day. My parents were hesitant at first, but they finally said they’d give me a pony. However, weeks turned into months, and I eventually wrote to Santa, requesting one for Christmas.


The next morning, I woke up to my parents yelling outside. I rushed to the porch to see what the commotion was and found myself stupefied upon seeing a fire-breathing pony galloping around the garden. The second the pony saw me, however, it stopped running and slowly approached me.


My parents stood in front of me, blocking its path, but I snuck past them to greet my new friend. The pony had a string chain around its neck, and to it was attached an envelope that was addressed to me. I undid the strings and opened the envelope; my eyes widened as I read the letter in it.


Dear Alina,

Thank you so much for writing to me. I never get letters down here. I know you probably meant to send this to my cousin, but in any case, I hope you have fun with your new friend! Her name is Zelene.

Love,

Satan


I was thrilled to meet Zelene. I convinced my parents to let me keep her, and they agreed on the promise that I would never take her outside, or even talk about her with anyone. I agreed, but I accidentally broke that promise one day when I mentioned Zelene to my two best friends when they asked me about my plans for the evening.


When my mom came to pick me up that afternoon, my friends rushed to talk to her about wanting to see Zelene that evening, but what Mom said next froze me where I stood. She said Zelene had run away, and that Dad was still looking for her. Tears flooded my eyes, and my body started to tremble. My mom rushed me to the car and drove me home.


Once we were on the road, she told me that everything was fine. I asked her what she meant while trying to wipe off my tears, and she said Zelene was at home, happily wandering around in the garden. Mom had lied on the spot; I understood that she had no choice. I smiled and laughed through my sobbing as I thanked her. I hugged Zelene the second I got home.

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