I loved being brought home from that terrible place. I was finally able to be cuddled without being poked or prodded. I mean, my sisters continued to poke and prod me plenty, but at least it didn't break the skin. Usually.
They seem to be very interested in me. I must agree, I am pretty great, but the amount of attention can become a little overwhelming. For example, what is up with the wig?
They are fairly helpful, though. Pictured below is one of the sisters teaching me about princesses. Apparently it's a really important piece of knowledge to have, since it's the first thing they taught me about. And it's the main thing they talk about all day. And the songs they listen to are all sung by princesses. One of the princesses is a pony. I don't quite understand the regal line of equines, or where their kingdom exists... Am I being ruled by ponies? How did an animal ridden by people come to rule people? Did they become intelligent and revolt? Was there a Dawn of the Planet of the Ponies?
I find it easier to imagine I'm being ruled by humans with giant eyes and impossibly thin waists whose dresses clip on.
They also help in many more practical ways, such as helping me to burp. There are times, though, when they attempt to burp me when I don't need to burp. So they keep hitting. And hitting... No, really, it's great.
They also play with me, which is delightful, although I sometimes doubt their altruism.
My Father made it a point to have me watch a show called Star Trek that night. Apparently it's a tradition for all of his children to watch it the first day they get home. I was happy to be welcomed so warmly.
