The Chronicles of Hermione the Horse

It was only a few years ago that the first signs of reckoning were upon us. As youngins, naturally our imagination went wild. But this was a bit different than your usual day to day thought.

It all started with phone calls. Sure, you think that phone calls don’t really hold any significance, and how could something so great sprout from a simple conversation anyway? Well. From that phone call, a series of events emerged. 

From time to time, sounds were made implying that there was a family of birds around us. A nest, if you will. This nest would always be there, during every phone conversation, no matter what. In this nest, there was a certain yellow bird who was called Peep. 

Constantly, Peep would be disturbed to no end, and she found no peace while living in the nest. Time and time again, she was asked to leave everyone alone, but she never listened. Peep was getting a little bit violent. She soon started to creep around the house, holding various weapons such as flamethrowers and butcher knives. She never said anything, she just crept around.

But things changed.

Peep’s pent-up anger had finally burst, and she went on a rampage. Everyone in the house (which contained the nest) perished. 

Soon after, Peep was contained and sent to be institutionalized, along with her nest. She has healed since the rampage, and now lives peacefully among the citizens of Nunningan Town. Folk songs have been sung about Peep, thus showing that she will never be forgotten as the bird who went crazy.

It all started with imagination. We.. let them break the 4th wall.