My Little Pony

‘It’s not pretty, let me tell you. All toy poodles and Ikea catalogues.’

‘Thanks. I owe you one,’ she said.

‘Well, it’s the least I can do for a friend.’

‘A friend?’ she asked.

‘It’s me you silly bint,’ said the horse. ‘Marcus.’

‘Marcus?’

‘You probably didn’t recognise me as I’m undercover. Had my hair dyed. See the re-growth in the mane?’

* * *

Now on the road, which had in fact turned out to be made of gold, Daisy and Marcus trotted towards a small town just outside the castle.

Above them, two crows circled, presumably waiting for something amusing to happen.

‘So, how have you been?’ asked Daisy.

‘Oh, same old, same old. It hasn’t been the same since Elvis disappeared,’ he admitted. ‘It’s been hard keeping things going.’

‘Disappeared,’ murmured Daisy.

‘Don’t want to go into it,’ said Marcus.

Fair enough, thought Daisy, and changed the subject.

‘Got a girlfriend yet,’ she asked.

‘Nah,’ he said. ‘Too busy to roll in the hay with just anyone, and you’d be surprised how fickle fillies are these days.’

‘Yeah?’

‘I get more attention from human girls.’

Daisy considered a moment.

‘You know, talking horse, white mane, all the girls love me,’ said Marcus.