Walking around with hooves is hard .
Especially when you trip when you can't feel what's under you, and your hoof just steps on a rock that just rolls over.
Its even more humiliating when you can't get down your own house stairs.
The worse part is being unable to put on jeans or something. Took forever to get the forsaken outstretched foot with a single toenail in.
Shoes? Don't even bother.
I just practically leaned on whatever was nearby to support me. The clop sounds on hard surfaces sure make it hard to be silent. I guess that would be good in my favor when we get the kid.
I stumble down the driveway and get into the car. The top of your ears scrape across the car ceiling.
"So.. how will we 'change' the kid without freaking himself out?" you ask the genie, in the drivers seat.
"All his memories will be altered so he or she will think they were born like be wasn't even changed." The genie says.
Genie starts the car, and we drive to the orphanage. After a long drive, you finally arrive at the orphanage parking lot.
"How do I get in? I'm probably going to be on hundreds of freak shows for this.." You ask.
"Just mess your hair up and lower your ears. Stuff the tail up the back of your shirt and... I dunno, maybe just walk regularly. Probably won't notice a thing, probably gonna think it's a new shoe or robotic leg." He simply responds.
"Everything about this screams uncomfortable. Dang." You respond, stuffing the tail and hiding the ears. "Can't hear a thing..."
Time to go in..