The Kite

>You pull into your driveway
>Oh fuck fluffy pony's on the roof again
>She made a kite
>It's a square of paper with a string attached to it
>She starts running from one side of the roof to the next
>The paper drags along the ground
>You call for her attention
>She looks down over the edge of the roof
>She holds of the string
>"WHY NO FLY?" The lack of flight is clearly distressing her
>"RUN FAST!" she screams
>You look on in horror as she back up
>You tell her to stop and come down
>She doesnt hear you
>She takes the string in her teeth and starts running as fast as her short, stubby, fluffy legs will carry her
>She's not looking where she's going. She's looking back at the piece of paper, waiting for it to fly
>She runs straight off the roof
>She screams as she falls, flailing in the air
>She lands on your windshield, cracking the safety glass, blood leaking down
>You need a new fluffy pony