The Sweater

From a Creative Writing Prompt

I’m stuck in this overgrown gaudy autumnal sweater and I can’t get out.  I can’t see, I can’t breathe, I can’t make heads or tails of where I am—

Tail.  I have a tail. A pony’s tail.

Where AM I?!  This place—this world—this UNIVERSE isn’t my own.  What does that sign say? Ponyville?

I’m in a strange new town called PONYVILLE?!

But how did I—?

The sweater.

But that’s preposterous! Clothing can’t be magicked!  Can it?

And I’m still wearing it.

Okay, okay. Don’t. Freak. Out. I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this.

Take it off.

But if I take it off, I’ll be naked from the waist up!

Take it off.

No, no, I’m comfortable with this awful...thing encasing my upper body.

Take. It. Off.

You know, I am getting a little bit warm...  Maybe if I...just for a moment....

That’s better.  But now I’m cold.  Maybe I’ll be warmer if I....

Home.  I’m back home.

I want a refund.