Toe-Socks

Io stood in the corner of his pen, pawing at the dirt that covered the bottom of his 'home', a small bit of the outside world. He had absolutely nothing to do, except for gazing like a zombie at the excited little children at the gates of his prison. He had been here for almost two years, and he felt like he was going to lose his mind. He whinnied quietly, like a soft whimper of innocence. A child that stared at him through one of Io's glass walls started to go berserk, screaming "Look Daddy, look! The pony talked! It talked, it talked to ME!!" as he clung to his poor father's arm, jumping up and down in his enthusiasm. The Falabella pony wou