Hartley Jones's Diary
Kay, not really, but I think it's important for me to chronicle the mad s**t that's going on. You know, like the British mad. Shut up. I can be a dork if I want to.
Anywho, back to the story.
I went to the stables today. On Saturdays, I muck out stalls for five hours, do some grooming, tack up the lesson horses. Just simple things like that. In return, I get an hour's riding lesson on any day of the week I feel like it. It's a pretty good deal- at least for me.
So I was mucking out the stalls today. I went into Lily's- she's that little white pony. That's when I noticed there was something by her feet. To my knowledge, she wasn't in foal, so I was confused. Unless we couldn't tell... But honestly, the stable folk aren't that stupid.
I went to go examine the white thing. First I saw little white legs. A foal? God, I guess they were all wrong. I should have worked somewhere else, I guess. But then I looked closer. Normally horses don't wear little yellow sweaters. Or, uh, have the body of people.
I didn't want the others to see her. I felt like something had left the weird little centaur girl just for me. Plus, she was so cute! I don't want her being poked and prodded by a bunch of scientists, even if I want to be one. So I took her home. She doesn't talk a lot, but she said her name is Viviane. Let's see what happens from here on out...
