My ponies mostly sit on shelves alongside other toys, waiting for that fateful hour of the night when the cat prowls and may or may not knock them off their perch. The suspense is high, the tension augmented by Clever Clover, whose tales of facing the beast, only to fall 5 feet onto the hardwood floor multiple times frighten the baby ponies and perturb the other adults.
"As long as she doesn't get her fur on my flocking, I'm fine" says Paradise, much to the confusion of the other ponies.
"You're not afraid?" Asks Baby Cotton Candy, sticking her tiny nose up in amazement.
Paradise chuckles. "No, not at all. Besides, she's not a bad kitty. She just wants to play."
"Easy for you to say." Says Clever Clover, still recovering from his latest confrontation. "She has no quarrel with you, nor interest in your perch."
"Nor she does you. To her, we're nothing more than random things she can move around. Plus, we're ponies! We don't have pieces to lose, or articulations to break off. The worst she can do is give us a bit of momentary pain and a bad hair day."
"But my factory curls!" Cries Fizzy.
"Or my tinsel!" Adds Princess Tiffany.
"Oh, please!" Patch steps down from the metal box she rests on. "I fell a bunch of times too and my hair is fine! Besides, your tinsel is way beyond helping, Tiffs."
...What did I just do?
Anyway, yep, mostly shelf sitters, unfortunately. Sometimes I'll take one of them with me around the house to keep me company, which is something I've done since I was a kid. I don't take them outside for fear I might ruin their paint. ^^;
I wish I was able to play with them as I did with my toys, but I think I lost about 90% of my spontaneity throughout the years... I guess the closest I could do now would be photo stories, or something along those lines. I'd still need a proper camera, though.
