not alive, not dead
i’m pretty sure that friggin pony thing is finally gone. it hasn’t been out since the fence was torn down that day. i’m kinda pissed now, because i never got a picture of the freakish thing. and in a sick way, i kinda miss it’s creepy stuffed face hovering over the grass. i hope it doesn’t start haunting me tho, because that will really make me uncomfortable.