Lazy, Lazy pony!

Chama is a little fat brown pony. But no one calls him Chama. Everyone calls him Lazy, Lazy pony! Read on as Chama, in his own words, tells you the thrilling story of his life.2036 was the year that nobody wants to remember. The world was split up into five zones, the authorities zone, the opulent zone, the upper class, the prevalent zone, the middle class, the corrupt, no mans' land, and the destitute zone, where people like me live. It was all a normal day in the Destitute zone, I took the subway to and fro the schoolhouse. On my way home, I came to find that my hut was locked. My guardian usually always came to the door when I knocked the first time. Then the crazy man came dashing towards me, pleading for me to follow him. I do, but bombs are exploding in the sky, so eventually, I lost him. In this time, in all times of sadness, all I have to comfort me in the most time of need, is a compass. A compass. The man's name is Henry. He sends me a letter at an unknown place. It says that my guardian was killed by a man that I must stay away from. I find something throughout a long journey. Not something on the ground or something that I took from someone. I find something, a massive force, within me. I shall kill the man who took everything, the only thing that I have, from me.