Death of My Little Pony
Was chattin with a friend about childhood memories last night and told her as story I remember from when I was real little. She of course thought this tragedy of tragedies was so funny that I “had to post it” so here it is “The great My Little Pony massacre”…..
I have few memories from that age but this always stuck out in my mind. We were in an old “scary and dark” type house. I was playing with the greatest toy in the whole world at the time, the walking giant my little pony. This was a “king among kings” kind of toy. She was about a foot tall and hard plastic. Of course the greatest part…. SHE WALKED!!!
I was playing at the edge of the stairs with my pony. Of course my hippie mom would never conform to “The Man” and use something so restricting as a safety baby gate, I mean after all, kids should be free to roam… even down a flight of stairs!
I looked down the stairs and as I looked down my pony walked towards the stairs. I figured if pony can walk on the floor she could handle stairs. I mean after all I can walk and thus can do the stairs. In my little 3-year-old brain it made perfect since.
Suddenly I cried out in horror, pony didn’t walk down the stairs she did rather painful cartwheels all the way down. My first thought as I watched her tumble was “maybe she’ll be ok” but that hope soon died a horrible death as I look down to see her pony parts littering the stairs all the way down.
I rushed her to the emergency vet (that would be dad) but she was pronounced “Dead on Arrival” (DOA). There was a lot of work to try to bring her back from death. There were amputations (see screwdriver), CPR (blowing out loose parts), and even occult resurrection ceremonies (adding new batteries) but nothing bought back pony.
There was a burial (trash can) and an appropriate morning period (about 2 minutes, what can I say I was 3). I still miss that pony HAHAHAHA
I have few memories from that age but this always stuck out in my mind. We were in an old “scary and dark” type house. I was playing with the greatest toy in the whole world at the time, the walking giant my little pony. This was a “king among kings” kind of toy. She was about a foot tall and hard plastic. Of course the greatest part…. SHE WALKED!!!
I was playing at the edge of the stairs with my pony. Of course my hippie mom would never conform to “The Man” and use something so restricting as a safety baby gate, I mean after all, kids should be free to roam… even down a flight of stairs!
I looked down the stairs and as I looked down my pony walked towards the stairs. I figured if pony can walk on the floor she could handle stairs. I mean after all I can walk and thus can do the stairs. In my little 3-year-old brain it made perfect since.
Suddenly I cried out in horror, pony didn’t walk down the stairs she did rather painful cartwheels all the way down. My first thought as I watched her tumble was “maybe she’ll be ok” but that hope soon died a horrible death as I look down to see her pony parts littering the stairs all the way down.
I rushed her to the emergency vet (that would be dad) but she was pronounced “Dead on Arrival” (DOA). There was a lot of work to try to bring her back from death. There were amputations (see screwdriver), CPR (blowing out loose parts), and even occult resurrection ceremonies (adding new batteries) but nothing bought back pony.
There was a burial (trash can) and an appropriate morning period (about 2 minutes, what can I say I was 3). I still miss that pony HAHAHAHA