INTRO! Hey guys, I recently watched My Little Dashie. I did not cry, but I said: "AWWWWWWWWW!" a lot. I was really inspired by that story. So, I'm going to write my own version of the story. Here it comes, My Little Fluttershy!

I stared out of my window, just watching the rain. It seemed like it always rained in the little dead-end neighborhood I called home. It's not like I mind or anything. I honestly like the rain a lot. It's just that I am pretty sick of it. Literally. This gloomy gray just makes me feel ill. But, I love getting caught in it. I should probably go outside, I thought.

While I went out to jump on my tramp, I had time to reflect. In my life, I get depressed a ton. I like video games, but there is a show that lets a lot of light into my life. That is My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic. Such an awesome show, with all of the bright colors, awesome characters, and great voices. But if you ask me who my favorite character is, I'd say Fluttershy. She is so sweet and adorable. Not only that, but she loves and cares for animals. I honestly adore animals. I love all kinds.

While I was bouncing, my eyes fell upon the weeping willow tree that stood proudly in my backyard. Then I noticed something I hadn't before. A cardboard box, just sitting there between the branches. It was confusing, we normally didn't get much litter of this sort. What confused me even more, was the fact the box was in a tree. In a tree.

I kept on wondering about the box. How did it get there? Where did it come from? Finally, I decided to answer my suspicions. I swung myself up onto the thickest branch of the tree. Then, I slowly moved up the branch until I had reached the box. I gently took it then repeated a similar process to get down. It was heavy, so could tell something strange was contained inside the box. I took it upstairs into my room.

I grasped both flaps of the box. I could need to be prepared for anything. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then, I lifted the two flaps. Inside, I saw the most incredible thing inside of the box. A filly Fluttershy. She was sleeping peacefully inside the box, unaware of her surroundings. She seemed to be about three years old.

I watched as her little eyes fluttered open. She looked up and straight into my eyes. Her mouth was gaping. I tried to smile sweetly." Hi, little one. Where in the world did you come from?" She tilted her head before looking around the room. I knew this was so unrealistic. I couldn't just leave her to someone else. She could be in real danger if she fell into the wrong caretaker's hands.

I realized I would need to take care of her until she grew to her original age. I wasen't so sure about this. I didn't have the faintest idea how to take care of her.

No Intro This Time! [Baby language is not misspelled.]

It has been 3 months since I found Fluttershy. Honestly, I think I could be doing a better job taking care of her. I have been teaching her how to read a bit. I'm a pretty smart person, so I hope I can teach her as well as I can. I haven't been much of a parental figure towards her, more like a caretaker. I feel like I want to change that, but I'm not quite sure.

I know she won't be here forever, but she will for a long time. I might as well enjoy it while she's younger.

Today I watched Fluttershy play with a small toy I had given her. I was thinking she might need her own space. That was when I realized I was a parent for her. I just wasn't showing it. I called her up onto the big bed that I slept on. She hopped on my lap and looked up at me.

"Fluttershy," I said. "How would you like to have your own room?" smiled up at me and said: "I would wove it!" She was getting the hang of talking, but couldn't pronounce big words and sometimes muffed up her speech.

I smiled and set her down on the floor. My eyes went to my closet. It was kind cluttered, but I kept old stuff there. I cleaned off the top of one of my old dressers, leaving room for a small bed. Fluttershy watched from the door frame, I told her to help me. It was good I was making her room among old stuff, she would have plenty to do.

I removed two excess pillows from my bed, making them into a makeshift bed. One pillow worked as the mattress, while the other an actual pillow. I looked through the cabinets where my parents keep my bedsheets. I found an old blanket of mine, with colorful chickens all over it. I used this for her sheets.

I took a Toto stuffed animal [selected by Fluttershy] and put it in the upper right corner of the bed, against the wall. Then, I took an old Winnie The Pooh picture and hung it up over her bed. I then took a leprechaun dog toy as well as her favorite squeaky toy and put them on the the bed as well. There were many other toys to keep her happy as well.

Fluttershy's room was finished by night. I tucked her in bed and kissed her goodnight. The tired filly yawned. " 'g night".

Intro! Aw man, thanks you guys! I am so glad that you are all showing your support! Today's short chapter will be: Flying lessons!

It was a beautiful, sunny day. Fluttershy's fourth birthday will be in a month, and she's just over the moon! I wanted her to work off all that extra energy. I woke her up that morning and told her I had a special surprise planned for her. I took her downstairs for breakfast, and we had pancakes.

I took her outdoors and told her the surprise. She was going to learn how to fly! She seemed only partially excited, because she was afraid of heights. I went into our garage and took out one of my old kites. Fluttershy hid from it, because it was a menacing dragon.

I launched the kite into the air, to show her how flying works. I helped her flap her wings, and she gave it her all. She gave a running start, flapped her wings, and jumped into the air. She only hovered in the air a few feet, before she crashed to the ground. She began to softly cry, for she had scraped her knee.

"There, there." I said, carrying her back into the house. I opened the medicine cabinet, taking out the pain cream. I gave her a popsicle to calm her down. She quieted and sucked on the popsicle. I dabbed her knee with a cloth and she whimpered softly because of the sting. I opened the cabinet once more and took out a box of angry birds band-aids.

We went back outside, and she tried again. Repeating the same process, she lept into the air. I watched as she soared across the sky. "Flutters, you're flying!" "Whee!" She cried as she flew into my arms. "You did great!" I said, patting her back.

Intro! To share some facts about my story, this actually happens to me, at my home, in my state. And yes, I'm not a guy. Just a tomboy. Not an actual guy…..

I was so excited. My favorite holiday was coming, and that was Halloween. I don't know what I love so much about it, but I just love Halloween. However, as Fluttershy was such a timid pony, her fourth birthday happening a few months ago. I was afraid she would get too scared. I did hope I could take her trick-or-treating.

First of all, I pulled out my box of decorations. My dad had already decorated downstairs with crazily creepy decorations. My room was still lacking in festivity. Thankfully, my décor was mild. I opened the box.

Fluttershy leaned over and peered into the box, looking at all of the seasonal decorations. "Momma, what are these for?" I had gotten used her calling me that, though in truth I behaved more like a guy. "Fluttershy, these are for decorating the room for Halloween. Do you want to help me decorate?" "Yes please!" She said.

I pulled a Jack Skellington plush and turned to Fluttershy. I pointed to the bookcase. "Fluttershy, can you please sit this up on the bookcase?" I asked. She took it between her hooves and sat it where I asked. I hung little spiders and bats on the ceiling and walls

It was time for Fluttershy to get a costume. However, since I can't take her out in public, we'd need to root through my old costumes. We selected a little skeleton costume. The next night we got in our costumes and headed off to Bear Creek, a big suburb with lots of people.

After trick-or-treating we came back with a ton of candy. Fluttershy fell asleep right away. I tucked her in and kissed her goodnight.