Pony Horror Stories
Beware! These are
some of the most shocking, most perverse, most horrifying My Little Pony tales
you’ve ever heard. Worst of all,
they’re all true. How do I
know? Because they all happened to me.
I had a
lot of ponies when I was little, but there was one in particular that I was
dying to have—Mimic. She was
beautiful! When I got Locket for my
birthday, I saw Mimic’s picture on the back of her card and I immediately
craved her. Every time I went to a
store, I dug through the My Little Pony displays, trying to find Mimic. I was never able to find her, and couldn’t
figure out why! After a month or so of
searching, I gave up the hunt.
Then, it
happened. I was hanging around the toy
aisle of K-Mart while my mom waited in the pharmacy. There, hanging on the top peg, was Mimic. She was beautiful. She was perfect. She cost
seven bucks. Seven bucks? I decided (cringe!) that poor Mimic cost too
much and put her back on her peg, although reluctantly. Oh, the agony!
I’ve always
taken good care of my ponies. The first
dozen ponies I got had my name written on the bottoms of their feet to protect
them from thieving cousins, but other than that I was good to my toys. Except two.
My mother
surprised me one day by presenting me with a tiny package from the mail. Inside was an adorable pink baby pony. I’d never seen a baby pony before! I read the little letter that came with her,
which said her name was Ember, and explained that an ember is a tiny piece of
coal. I was elated, and became even
happier when my mom said I had another one coming in the mail!
The next
baby pony was purple, and her name was Ember, too. I decided I couldn’t have two Embers, so I renamed them Pink and
Purple. We had so much fun together!
Please keep
in mind that I was a kindergartner. I
was all of six years old. My mother
whacked my hair off, giving me a very short pixie hair cut. I was traumatized when classmates called me
a boy (to young children, the difference between boys and girls is hair
length). I was a very angry little
girl, and decided Pink and Purple would suffer the same fate. Poor things. Years later, Pink and Purple became boys so Lucky would have
friends.
Let me start by saying that I have Baby Love Melody. I ordered her through the mail when I was young. The situation in which I acquired her, however, is truly horrifying to those trying desperately to find these ponies now.
When I first
got the order form for the Twice as Fancy baby ponies I thought, “How
cute!” Then I took a closer look. Baby Milky Way wasn’t a unicorn like her
mother! Baby Up, Up and Away and Baby
Sweet Tooth weren’t earth ponies! I was
disgusted!
I must
confess that I was a pony purist, and to some degree I still am. I was angry because I had Milky Way, and her
baby didn’t look like her. At first, I
refused to order them. Then I noticed
how similar Baby Love Melody looked to the Valentine’s baby I had. I felt like she was telling me this pony was
her sister, and was begging me to order her.
So I ordered her, and decided not to order any of the others (Even
though Baby Dancing Butterflies and Baby Sugarberry were faithful images of their
mothers). If I’d known then what I know
now, I’d have ordered two complete sets and kept one in the package.
I had a lot of favorite ponies when I was little. She was usually my newest pony, who would quickly step down a notch when I got another new pony. Sometimes, though, a pony would stay a favorite much longer, and even survive the acquisition of a new one. Among these hallowed few were Applejack, Firefly, Baby Cotton Candy, Baby Quackers, and Baby Jangles.
Ah, Baby
Jangles. She was my favorite because,
like me, she had blond hair. She also
had that adorable face. I got her for
my ninth birthday, which was in September, and the next month I was ready to go
trick-or-treating with her. I was going
to dress as a witch, and had been working on a matching costume for
Jangles. I was so proud of that darn
costume. I’d made a hat and everything
(I can’t sew nearly as well now as I could at age nine). I was so proud, in fact, that I took Jangles
to school. Every girl in class thought
she was cool, and I was psyched about going out that night.
When the sun
was setting, I donned my costume and went to get Jangles. I couldn’t find her! My mom helped me look, and we tore the
living room apart trying to find her! I
had to go without her. Now that I look
back on it, I believe I left poor Jangles on the school bus. I know I didn’t leave her at school, and I
distinctly remember getting on the bus with her that afternoon.
With Jangles gone, I was left with Tangles. I didn’t like her as much. When I played, though, the other babies felt sorry for Tangles. Her twin sister had gone on a long trip, and wasn’t sure when she’d come back. Years later, they’d do the same thing with the Walsh twins on 90210. I never found Jangles.
Unlike my
other tales, this one has a happy ending.
My wonderful fiancé, Kris, understood the pain of a lost toy. He had buried a stormtrooper in a sandbox
when he was little and never found him again.
We talked one night about toys we loved as children, and I told him
about Jangles. He was so
sympathetic. On my twenty-first
birthday, he gave me a beautiful new Jangles he’d found on eBay! Am I a lucky girl, or what?