A few weeks ago, I was frolicking in the wonderful paddock that mom got me! Suddenly, a group of field mice came up to me and asked who I was. I replied with the most sensible answer.
"My name is Maplehoof Heartstamp Jordan Lalonde III."
They responded with a synchronized "what" and murmurs that I was one of their "gods"? I don't mean to base on any religion, but I don't think I'd be a god. Mom and Rose could be gods. Even the cat could be a god! But me? I'm a pony! Either way, they led me to a large tree in the forest. They began chanting satanic things, and I began to back away. Soon after the ritual, a giant mole popped out of the tree. He addressed himself as the king. The king was freaky looking. He had five eyes popping out of a small head. The putrid color of his coat made me snort in disgust. How could a king be so… ugly. The ugly king referred me as a " god of the earth"
Once I heard that, I ran. I needed to tell Rose and Mom about what happened. Well, they didn't quite know what I was trying to say, but they ended up searching the paddock for mice. God damn mice had left. But that was not the last time I'd see them, I assure you.