THE TALE OF DEPRESSION
A/N: this story came to me as Katie (co-writer) was lying with her head in my bookshelf and foolishly mistaken 'the tale of Despereaux' for the tale of depression …
JPOV
Once a pony time I did not look anything like I do now. In fact I was very small and had huge sticking out ears, I was so small when I walked past people screamed and tried to hit me with a broom. Also I was not blond I was a sort of mousy-brown; I wore a red ribbon in my hair witch reached my waist. I had a very unfortunate childhood as I have a very unfortunate condition to do with mass amount of facial hair but I also was a prince charming.
My father hated me even though my mother and every other girl in the land including my sisters loved me. My family are boring I know everyone says 'my grandpa is an old nutter' but really, my family are descendants from cows and rocks … yeah how interesting. So then I got depressed when I read black beauty so my big ears dropped off to reveal small one, I was deaf for I while, actually come to think of it I still am I am just a mega-good lip reader and x-ray visionary… so yeah . that was my depressing tale, very depressing wasn't it common guys feel sorry for me please please ???
A/N: I've just wasted (roughly) 1 minute of your lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee