A Cart Home:
Kiira had just picked me up at the fields out doors.
From there, she lead me to a door opposite my own.
There is obviously an intersection, so the door fit right in.
Once she had opened the door, I could see my cart standing there.
She pulled it out of the room it was currently storied in.
“Ponyo, take your place before the cart!” Kiira instructed me.
Ofcause, like the pony I am, I do as Kiira instructed me.
She has been good to me this far, so it’s only natural to trust her.
Kiira was the first I saw here.
Ofcause there is a surgeon here, I’ve gathered.
I just never saw much of her.
Once Kiira had strapped me securely to my cart, she sat up.
From there, she direct me forwards.
I know all the signals by now.
They’re all simple and straight forwards.
Nothing complicated.
What’s the point of that?
Pulling a cart is simple.
Right or left?
Slower or faster?
I’ve gotten these down to an art.
The cart isn’t even heavy, next to no effort to pull it with me.
She’s to navigate us through the mace of paths to where ever she want us to go.
I simply follow instructions.
She never manage to get me too exhausted.
