Love

Anon sat there noodling over her sofa and thought about her past and how many horses she had met to shape shift the needs of comfort slavery. The American dream was trashing the sea and coca cola bottles were everywhere and wondering were the tonic water was and the noodles in the cupboard.

She longed to put on her lipstick and nuzzle into another horse but thought instead of her younger brother and thought, he's such a nice horse. Felt sorry for him.

And she longed to nuzzle into him.

Thought of applejack and wondered into an oak tree.