Story:
Casper used to be pure white with colored eyes and everything. He used to have horns and whipped cream on his tail. He used to have beautiful normal hooves. That all changed one day.
Curious little Casper was walking around in the forest, looking at all the beautiful trees and all the flowers. Enjoying the scents that filled his nostrils and the bird songs in his ears. He walked until he reached a meadow, grinning about him having a great idea. He bolted out of the trees and jumped around. He went in circles and rolled around on the ground. Once he got tired, he decided to head home. Then he heard sudden small booms. He stopped dead, not knowing what happened. He heard another one, closer this time.
Oh no!Panicking, he started to flee, hearing the gunshots get closer. He ducked, hoping they wouldn't hit him. He crept forth until he found a cave. Not a cave, but a mineshaft.
They won't find me in here! he thought and ran inside, he didn't stop running until he felt no ground under him. He gasped as he started to fall. "HELP!" He screeched as he fell. Soon he landed on the ground with a thud, hearing cracks around his hooves. He tried to look at them but he couldn't see.
He struggled to get up and limped to go and find help, his hooves cracking with every step, he flinched as he stepped on broken pieces of coal. It was hard and sharp. She sniffed as he began to cry, but not crying tears, crying
color. His vision was blurred, it turn darker with every tear.
It's blinding me? he thought as it continued until he couldn't see anything.
He decided to walk a bit farther, but felt wet and cold on his leg. He tasted it. Whipped cream.
I'm melting! he thought he ran around, hurting his hooves, cracking them further. Not used to the blindness, he ran into a hard surface and fell to the ground. He continued to cry softly, sighing as he took a deep breath.
5 years laterCasper gathered some flour bags and put them into the spot he had fallen on a few years ago. He figured that someone else may drop by sometime. He scratched his grown on coal and finished up the flour bed. He sighed and returned to his base. He lied down on his flour bed and closed his eyes. "Now someone won't get hurt... like I did..."
It was me, the one who dropped down in that mineshaft and lead him to safety. Now he wants a permanent home for him. I wish to adopt him because he had a terrible past. I want to help him.
By me