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December 10th, 2003
11:37 am


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Boxing books. My dad, after 10 years of ignoring the things, now thinks that they should be out of the house before christmas or the house will fall down. So farewell, childhood. After all, I was never really going to reread all those old annuals, was I? And three shelves of interchangable pony books is a bit much. Jill, Jackie, Jinny, the interchangable Pullen-Thompons, every Black Beauty rip off ever written, the Saddle Club (books where I'm sure they had the covers planned before they had an author), brumby books, and always the same plot...

Poor Fred wanted nothing but a horse. However, his mother was a deaf sausage maker, and his father had died in an unlikely accident involving a herring. They lived in a cupboard of a flat on the 51st floor of a towerblock in Innercityhellsville. Fred had decided there was no hope. But one day, after entering his basket into the local craftwork compertition, he saw a one legged pony pulling a cart outside his window...

Which makes you wonder what a pony was doing floating past the 51st floor of a tower block...

Sigh. Miserable. At least it's just the books. Not sure what I'm going to do when dad demands my vast my little pony collection out of the house.

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Date:December 10th, 2003 03:42 am (UTC)
Be beseiged by lark_ascending, at a guess.
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Date:December 10th, 2003 04:20 am (UTC)

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Date:December 10th, 2003 04:38 am (UTC)
A one legged pony!
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