It started as an ordinary day in the pen. I waddled around the round pen, flying straight up and over the gate. Who needs gates? I flew into the barn and made my way over to a hay stack. Eating some of the hay, I felt something bite my tail. It was shrek. I turned around and saw a little rat. He had blonde fur and big beedy eyes. I stumbled back, afraid of the nasty rodent. He shook his nasty pink tail and scurried away into the dark. I stomped my hoof and flew up to the rafters of the barn, walking along one of the thin beams. Baa. Then I saw him again. The nasty rat. "Baaaa Baa" I commanded, and he fell off, hitting the ground with a thud. Death. I gracefully flew down and landed on him, making sure he was a gonner. Baa.