-day four-
I did something very wrong, in fact, whomever reads this, I beg you, if you find yourself in a similar situation, tell the authorities, and let them handle it, DO NOT do what I did. It all went according to plan, she came, a bit of salt fill on her, the salt soaked up the fake coloring, and thankfully, she didn't notice, otherwise, well, I don't myself surviving that encounter. I told her that my parents had to run an erad, and that the present was in the basement, and I somehow tricked her into my rack. I don't know what happened to my mind, I just acted, no thinking involved, would I not pass the sanity test? I just don't know anymore. I went to my tool box, and dug out my chisel, then I proceeded to chip away just where the softer flesh meets the harder pads around her hoofs. She screamed, I laughed at it, and she screamed more, and after awhile, I just started to ignore her. after her pads were barely hanging on, I stopped that torcher. I cleaned my chisel, then returned it back to my toolbox, and took out my sandpaper, and rubbed raw all of her joints. I cleaned my sandpaper, out of habit. Then I went upstairs to get a towel and several jugs of water. About halfway there I burst into song.
This day is going to be perfect
The kind of day of which I dreamt since I was small
Nopony will be around
Say I am terfining in my gown
What they don't know is that I have fooled them all
I couldn't be happier with the bulkier
I won't mind the screams
Court, well I'll be lying when I say
That I always help another, and will never hurt another
The truth is that I don't care for that at all
No, I do not love the smiles
for that is not my style
But pain is my mine
All mine
Finally the moment has arrived
For me to be one lucky guy
your Mine
All mine