Tiny Baby Pony Gambit

Oskar just decided to stay on his friend’s house without asking him. He took his laptop, power on the TV and started writing. Suddenly he heard a big noise on the attic. He quickly went to take a look and he could heard the laughter of a baby.…

Peering around old suitcases, Oskar spied a baby sitting in a box, playing with his old stuffed animals. She was dressed in a onesie with a pattern of watermelons. Her hair was the color of corn silk; her laugh rolled like a running stream. "Where did you come from?" Oskar asked.

“I come from a long line of charmers,” said the tiny baby with perfect pronunciation and diction. Then she went back to playing with the old stuffed tiger again.

I snatched that stuffed tiger from her hands. Baby or not, she had some explaining to do. “What do you mean, charmers?” I demanded. Waving the tiger around I asked, “Are you going to help me or not?” The baby looked at me with her blue eyes and said, “If you do me a favor first.”

"Favor?" I scoffed, thinking that this whole thing was simply absurd. "You're a baby. Look at you!" I gestured at her nappies. She folded her arms, raising her eyebrows, as if daring me to continue, to which, in response, I did. but what kind of baby could raise her eyebrows?

This cranky baby was one of a kind. The favor as it turns out involved a small pony and some sliced cheese. Seemed simple enough and I had no plans that afternoon.

All I had to do was use the cheese to lure Charles' prized pony to my apartment without him knowing.

The pony walked into my apartment, sniffing for my cheese & falling for my trap. I lunged at the pony so I could capture it. But the pony kicked me with its hoofs and smashed through the wall. It grabbed the cheese in its mouth & neighed. Charles appeared. "Better luck next time"