11-10-2015, 01:25 AM
Johnathen obeyed his mother. He headed to the playground. There were two fillies and a colt. They were playing, what were they playing? He approaches them just as they run through the woods. Johnathen chases them, scraping the trees in his unique little way so as not to get lost. By the time he gets to the trio, they have stopped and are peering over a beautiful lake. He stops to soak in the beauty. He approaches them, head nodding in greeting. "Hello, my name's Johnathen. What's yours? he says, attempting to make friends. "Where do you live? I'm from the -uh- gates." he says, scraping his brain to try to remember what the place is called.