Interview Log 1156-1:

Dr. Samesh: Please state your name for the record.

SCP-1156: Wellington Garrett Wonderhorse, at your service, milord! Finest coach 'orse in Whitechapel, and that's no eel!

Dr. Samesh: And you have lived in Whitechapel your entire life, is that correct?

SCP-1156: Born to the sound of the Bow Bells, sir, just like me old dad, and 'is before 'im, and 'is before 'im! We're an old and proud lineage, we are. My grandpa always said there's been Wonderhorses pullin' folks 'round London since they signed the Magna Carta.

Dr. Samesh: And there are more horses like you?

SCP-1156: You're a fellow Blighter, aren't ya? 'Aven't you ever been to London? There's thousands of us all over the Joe! Millions, maybe… not as many as in me grandpa's day, sure.

Dr. Samesh: So you wouldn't say there's anything unusual about your being able to speak?

SCP-1156: I've never met an 'orse that couldn't, milord.

Dr. Samesh: And your making clothes appear?

SCP-1156: Well, a bloke's got to look dignified when he's working for a room-and-board or the Oxford and 'er kids, 'asn't 'e? Watch this, then.

(SCP-1156 affects a "posh" accent.)

SCP-1156: Good morning, ma'am. How do you do? Shall we be heading to the chapel this morning? Mind your step.

(SCP-1156 resumes its normal manner of speech.)

SCP-1156: Dad started teachin' me that when I was barely a yearling. I was teachin' me own God-forbids before I wound up 'ere, so they can take up the family trade when they're old enough.

Dr. Samesh: You have a family?

SCP-1156: Been married to the ol' trouble six years now. We've got three little ones now - Michael, he should just be starting school now, then there's Emily, and our yearling Gareth. He was already saying his first dickies when I got taken in by those Berkley 'unts at MC&D.

Dr. Samesh: And how did you find yourself in the custody of Marshall, Carter, & Dark?

SCP-1156: Well, work's been 'ard to come by these days. Everyone's gone 'orseless, and there's not as much call for coach 'orses as back in me grandpa's day. Amy's been helping out at our local on Sundays, but with things bein' the way they are they 'aven't got much work for 'er either. We've been behind on the Burton, and the landlord was talkin' about evicting us. Said if it weren't for the council breathin' down 'is neck 'e'd never 'ave rented to no 'orses in the first place.

Dr. Samesh: Go on.

SCP-1156: So I sees this ad in the Times, coach 'orses wanted to work in a country club. So I put on me finest suit and trot on down to Knightsbridge and tell the man in the office I want the job.

Dr. Samesh: Did they hire you right away?

SCP-1156: Hired? Now that's a load of 'orseshit right there. Never saw so much as five quid for six straight months. I told 'em I'd be writing me Member of Parliament! They just laughed and treated me unmerciful. I mean, this breakfast ain't exactly the Four Seasons, but it puts that village to shame.

Dr. Samesh: What sort of work did they have you doing?

Letter Written by SCP-1156

SCP-1156: Pulling coaches, giving rides, serving drinks, magic shows… all the most embarrassing things you can imagine. Sometimes they'd get a crowd together and bring in one of the ladies after she'd had too much tiddlywink, and they'd want me to betray me marital vows with 'er! Right in front of 'em all gawking and laughing. Now I'm not a church-going 'orse, milord, but even I know a sin when I see one!

Dr. Samesh: Do you know where your family is now?

SCP-1156: Well, we always lived at [DATA EXPUNGED], Whitechapel, but they've probably been evicted by now. Amy'll 'ave sent the kids to live with 'er sister in Shepherd's Bush. She's a good soul, but I just can't stand the way she puts on airs ever since she married that donkey. They're just a queer sort, know what I mean?

Dr. Samesh: I see. That will be all for today.

SCP-1156: Wait. Could you send 'em a letter for me? I 'aven't 'eard from 'em since those 'Ampton Wicks got their 'ands on me. It's right in the corner by me trough.

Dr. Samesh: We'll consider it.