The White Room
April 1
It is not so bad being here at Doc’s store, but I think the human peoples have me mixed up with another baby horse. Everyone calls me Princess, but my real name is Java. Maybe they think I am in disguise. When I flatten my ears and tell them to name me right or I will buck and rear, everyone laughs at me and says, “how cute she is.” That makes me even madder. I do not like peoples laughing at me when I am mad. If My-Momma-Banjo were here, she would straighten them out, I betcha.
What is good about the white room is that the pretend milk comes all the time. It is still not as good tasting as My-Momma-Banjo’s Real-Deal milk, but I am getting used to drinking it, and I know My-Momma-Banjo would want me to be a strong girl while I am gone away from her. What is not good about being at Doc’s store is that the peoples don’t feed me the right way. My-Momma-Banjo has Real-Deal milk all the time, and I get to eat as much as I want and whenever I want. But at Doc’s store, they only give me a little bit to taste. They tell me that they are afraid that I am going to eat too much. Well, that is just silly. Everyone knows babies must eat until they explode or fall asleep, whichever happens first!
The Doc and the other peoples - Debbie and Judy - bring food to my white room twelve times a day.
So I have to wait for two whole hours before someone comes with more of the pretend milk. I did figure out how to get them to stop poking their fingers in my mouth though. I am so smart, and it was very easy. All I have to do is drink all the pretend milk as soon as they pour it into the orange bucket! Then they don’t have time to open the door and come in before the pretend milk is all gone. I am a genius. I know My-Momma-Banjo would be very proud of me for being so smart.
Miss Pat came to see me today. She didn’t smell like My-Momma-Banjo anymore, but I was very happy to see her. I cried and told her that I wanted to come home, but she told me that there were more bumblestorms coming and she wanted to keep me safe. That scared me because that’s what she said when My-Momma-Banjo went away. I hope the bumblestorms don’t take me away! But if they do, maybe they will take me to where My-Momma-Banjo is.
When Miss Pat and Doc were talking, I heard a funny word. I wonder what “or-fun” is. I am not having very much fun right now, so I don’t think it has anything to do with me. I will have to ask My-Momma-Banjo about it when I get home if I can remember. It seems like a very long time that she has been gone. The peoples say I am happy, but I am not. I am still very sad. I think that there is a baby horse next door to me, because I can hear him and his momma whispering through the wall in front. I miss My-Momma-Banjo’s voice. I wish she were here.
This white room is so boring. There is nothing to do in here! I wish Miss Pat would come again and take me home to My-Momma-Banjo.
