Cheerleaders ate my Pony

Ever since I was knee high to a zebra I had always dreamed of owning a pony, a pony of my very own. I scrimped and saved for many decades working 7 jobs at once; I sewed buttons on zipless jackets for 10 hours a day and worked as a plate washer at a major Burger chain.

Finally the day arrived, I had a paddock, a warm comfortable stable and a little rake all ready, Boomslang my pony was a reality.

We laughed and watched TV; we shared our meals and became the best of friends, his little grin always brightened up the cold dark days of winter.

One day a minibus of lost cheerleaders came by, they were cold and wet and in need of warmth, I invited them into the stable, they soon removed their skimpy wet outfits and warmed themselves in the hay. I offered hot cocoa and egg sandwiches and they gulped it all down and settled down to sleep.

I had a job down the coal mines before my hours at the cotton mills and left them under the care of my pony Boomslang.

I returned after my 78 hour shift ready for to ride Boomy around whilst I giggled uncontrollably and what greeted me will haunt me for the rest of my life, The cheerleaders had gone and the remains of my pony still glowed in the embers of a fire, his bones cleared of meat littered the stable, my bottle of Mayonnaise was also empty, Boomslang was gone, so were my dreams.

We all have dreams, or work hard towards achieving something, karma can strike and ruin them in an instant, but we can simply start again, after all dreams can be achieved with hard work and time.

Say whatever you want, just not that stuff that's dominating this place.