So we come to the next chapter, in which..... "But ah haven't finished yet!" Bloom whined, still stuck in the Apple tree like from the last chapter. But Apple Bloom, you're in the next chapter! "Oh! What happens to me?" she asks. Well, let's find out! Now one fine day, the east wind traded places with the west wind, and that's turned things up a bit all through the Everfree Forest. Now, on this blustery day, Bloom decided to visit his thoughtful spot. "Yes, and on the way, I made up a little hum, and it goes something like this: Hum hum dum ditty dum! Hum dum dum! Oh the wind is lashing lustily, and the trees are thrashin thrustily, and the leaves are rustlin gustily, so it's rather safe to say, it seems that it will undoubtedly, looks like a rather blustery day, to-day!" Fortunately, Bloom's thoughtful spot was in a sheltered space. Now she sat down and tried hard to think of something. "Think, think, think!" she whispered to herself.

Just then, AppleJack the gopher-like pony popped out of her hole, and checks out Apple Bloom's thinking. "Say, what's wrong, sugarcube? Got yerself a headache?" she asked.

"No, ah was just thinking." Bloom said.

"That's so! What about?" AppleJack asked.

"I... oh bother. Ya made me forget." Bloom said upsettingly.

"If ah was you, ah'd think about skiddalin out of here!" AppleJack said, hoping back into her hole.

"Why?" Bloom asked, peeking through her hole.

"Cause it's Windsay!" AppleJack said, blowing some leaves out of her hole and onto Bloom's face.

"Windsday? Oh! Ah think ah shall wish everypony a Happy Windsday, and ah shall beging with mah very dear friend, Fluttershy!" Bloom said happily, as she started skipping to little ol Fluttershy's house.

Now Fluttershy lived in the middle of the forest in a very grand house in the middle of a beech tree; and Fluttershy loved it very much. "Yes!" Fluttershy nodded, as she popped out of her house, sweeping the leaves out of her lawn. "You see, it's been in the family a long time, a.... it belonged to my grandfather." Flutters climbed up the bark of her tree and pointed to a sign that said 'Trespassers Will', with the rest of the sign missing. "Oh, that's his name up there; 'Trespassers Will', that's short for a.... Trespassers William!" Trespassers William? "Yes, and Grandma, she called him TW!" she giggled. "That's even shorter!" Yes, yes, yes, and on this blustery day, the wind was giving her a bit of a bug, when a leaf starts flying on her, and Flutters starts flying like a feather. "Now you've been here before. I don't mind the leaves that are leaving. It's the leaves that are coming." The wind blows Flutershy until she hits the stomach of Apple Bloom.

"Happy Windsday, Fluttershy!" Bloom said happily, as Fluttershy was trying to withhold the wind.

"W-well, i-it isn't very ha-happy.... f-for me!" Flutters studdered, and started getting pulled away by the wind like a leaf blower.

"Where ya goin, Flutters?" Bloom asked.

"Th-that's what I'm asking myself! Where?!" Flutters yelled as the wind started making her fly into the sky. "Whhoooooops! B-B-B-B-BLOOM!"

"What do ya think you will answer yourself?" Bloom asked, grabbing Fluttershy's scarf.

"Oh, oh, oh.... I'm unraveling!" Flutters yelled as she started flying further into the sky, and a stich from her scarf started getting untangled until there was no scarf left. Fluttershy held on to the string very tight as she continued to fly, and Bloom was holding on to the string from the ground like she was flying a kite. "Ohhh! That was a close call!"

"Hang on tight, Fluttershy!" Bloom cried.

"Oh dear, oh dear, dear!" Flutters panicked.

Meanwhile, Twilight trotted outside her house, with Spike on her back to get their mail, and they witnessed Fluttershy flying in the sky, and Apple Bloom pulling on the string. "Look, Twilight, look! A kite!" Spike yelled.

"Oh my goodness, it's Fluttershy!" Twilight gasped.

"Happy Windsday, Twilight! Happy Windsday, Spike!" Bloom said to them, as she was dragged by Fluttershy's force.

"Can I fly Fluttershy next, Bloom?" Spike asked.

"Oh dear, oh dear, dear!" Fluttershy said, very frightened.

Meanwhile, Cranky finishes up building his stick house for his shelter. "There, that should stand against anything." he said.

"Oh help, help! Somepony save me!" Flutters cried.

Apple Bloom crashes right through Cranky's house, knocking it all apart. "Happy Windsday, Cranky!" she said.

"Thanks for noticin' me." Cranky said sadly.

"Oh, b-b-b-b-bother." Bloom said, while getting knocked into the ground several times.

Meanwhile, Angel was outside with a wheelbarrel, and was just about to harvest from his garden. "Ah, what a refreshing day for harvesting!" she said, pulling out a few carrots.

"Happy Windsday, Angel!" Bloom yelled, as she started getting dragged right into his garden.

"Apple Bloom! Stop!" Angel yelled as Bloom started dragging through Angel's carrot patch, and the carrots started flying. Angel panicked as he started rolling her barrel towards the flying carrots as they flew inside. "Oh no, oh no, oh no! Oh YES!" Angel smiled, because he thought that was a nice shortcut to his harvesting duty. "Next time, I hope she blows right through my rutabaga patch!"

The wind started getting stronger and stronger, Bloom started flying into the sky along with Fluttershy. Meanwhile, Owlicious was fast asleep in his house on his old tree, but the old tree was pretty unstable with the wind. Something hit Owlicious's door, and he awakes from the noise. "Who-who who is it?" he asks.

"It's me. P-p-please, may I come in?" Flutters asked, as she splatters on Owlicious's door.

"Well I say now. Somepony has pasted Fluttershy on my window!" Owlicious said happily, but just then Apple Bloom gets splattered on the door as well. "Well, well, Bloom too! This is a surprise! Do come in and makes yourselves...." Owlicious opens the door, and the two ponies fly right in, and land on Owlicious's couch. ".... Comfortable! Am I correct in assuming it is a rather blustery day outside?"

"Yes sir, Owlicious! It's a very, very blustery day outside!" Flutters said.

"Oh yes, that reminds me! Happy Windsday, Owlicious!" Apple Bloom said.

Owlicious chuckles and says; "My good fellow, I wouldn't go so far as to call it a Windsday! Just a gentle spring zephyr!" Just then, Owlicious's dining room table starts dragged over to Bloom and Flutters, from the unstable tree, and the table holds an Apple jar, and a cup of tea.

"Excuse me, Owlicious? Is there Apples in that pot?" Bloom asked.

"Oh yes, yes, of course, help yourself!" Owlicious said. Meanwhile, when Owlicious explains the history of a blustery day, Apple Bloom was just about to help herself to an apple, but the table starts getting dragged the opposite way from the unstable tree, as well as the couch that Bloom and Flutters were sitting on. Fluttershy falls on a foot-rest, and gets dragged down faster than the table. She ducks down, missing the table, but wen she pops out of the other side, the tea cup falls on her head, and she lands by the front door. The table was just about to smash into her, but luckily the door opens and she starts flying outside, hanging on the bark of the unstable tree. Owlicious continues explaining his story, not noticing the situation. The tree tips to the other side, and Flutters starts flying back inside Owlicious's house, and the door closes behind her. She goes under the table yet again, and the apple jar gets knocked on her, and she continues falling and holding onto the jar until it lands on Apple Bloom's mouth.

"Thank you, Fluttershy!" Apple Bloom said, as her voiced echoed in the pot. As Owlicious continues his story, his cupboard gets knocked over and falls on him. The tree loses it's balance, and it topples over to the ground, destroying Owlicious's house.

"Oh dear, oh dear, dear!" Flutters said.

"Well I say now, somepony has.... Apple Bloom, did you do that?" Owlicious asked.

"Ah don't think so." Apple Bloom said.

As soon as Zecora heard of the disaster, she hurried to the scene of Owlicious's misfortune. "What a pity! Owlicious, I don't think we'll ever be able to fix this needy!" she said.

"If you ask me, when a house looks like that, it's time to find another one." Cranky suggested.

"That's a very good idea, Cranky! You'll find a house that looks fine and dandy!" Zecora said.

"It might take a day or two, but I'll find a new one." Cranky said, and walked away.

"Good, that will just give me time to tell you about m Uncle Clyde! A very independent barn owl!" Owlicious told another story that just boarded everypony to death. The blustery day, turned into a blustery night. To Apple Bloom, it was a very anxious sort of night, filled with anxious sorts of noises, and one of the noises that he heard in his house was a noise she never heard before.

Apple Bloom heard a growl from outside, and she yelled out; "Fluttershy? Is that you? Fluttershy?" She heard another growel, and she hid under her covers. "Oh tell me about it tomorrow..... Cranky?" Another growl gets heard outside, and Apple Bloom tightly holds her covers around her. "Come in, Zecora!" The one who created the noise started pounding on Apple Bloom's door. Now Apple Bloom was a filly of very little brain, but she takes her pop gun, and tip-hooves over to the door, and decides to invite the new sound in. She opens the door and says; "Hello out there! Oh, I hope nopony answers!"

Just then, an orange with black striped pony jumps inside, and hops on Apple Bloom, knocking her over. The striped pony says; "Hello! I'm Pinkie Pie!"

"Oh, you scared me!" Bloom said.

"Yeah, sure I did! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Everypony's scared of Pinkies!" Pinkie giggled. "Who are you?"

"Ah'm Apple Bloom." she said.

"Oh, Apple Bloom, sure!" Pinkie giggled, but then she looks at Apple Bloom very close and asks; "What's a Bloom?"

"You're sitting on one." Bloom said.

"I am? Oh, well, glad to meet you!" Pinkie said, shaking Apple Bloom's hoof. "Name's Pinkie! P-In-K-double E! That spells Pinkee!"

"But.... what is a Pinkie?" Bloom asked.

"Well, she asked for it!" Pinkie said to herself, and started to sing and bounce. "Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! The wonderful thing about Pinkies, is Pinkies a wonderful things! Their tops are made of rubber! Their bottoms are made out of springs! They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN! But the wonderful thing about Pinkies is, I'm the only one! I'm the only one!" she growls.

"Then what's that over there?" Bloom asked, pointing to the mirror.

"Oh, look, look, look! What a strange looking creature!" Pinkie said, looking straight into the mirror mischievously. "Look at those beady little eyes, and that preposterous chin, and those ricky tickin striped pajamas!"

"Looks like another Pinkie to me." Bloom said.

"Oh no it's not! I'm the only Pinkie! Watch me scares the stripes of that impostor!" Pinkie growls into the mirror, but gets startled and hides inside Apple Bloom's dining room table. "I-is she gone?!"

"All except the tail." Bloom said, as the tail disappears under the table as well. "She's gone. Y'all can come out now, Pinkie!" But Pinkie never came out yet. Apple Bloom peeks under the table to see where she is. "Pinkie?"

Just then Pinkie pops out of nowhere and bounces on Apple Bloom again and says; "Hello, I'm Pinkie Pie!"

"You said that." Bloom corrected her.

"Oh, did I say I was hungry?" Pinkie asked.

"Ah don't think so." Bloom shook her head.

"Now I say it! I'm hungry!" Pinkie said, looking around for food.

"Not for apples, ah hope." Bloom said.

"Apples! A pot of apples! That's what Pinkies like best!" Pinkie excitedly said, and ran over to the apples.

"Ah was afraid of that." Bloom said. Pinkie takes out an apple and starts eating it, but she spits it out.

"Oh say, YUCK! Pinkies do not like apples!" she yelled.

"But you said ya liked...." Bloom thought.

"That juciy stuff is only fit for changealumps, and parazols!" Pinkie said.

"You mean changelings and parasprites." Bloom corrected her.

"That's what I said! Changealumps and parazols!" Pinkie said.

"What do they do?" Bloom asked.

"Oh, nothing much! Just steal apples." Pinkie said.

"STEAL APPLES?!" Bloom panicked.

"Yes sure do!" Pinkie said, as she started bouncing on the table. "Well I'd better bounce along now chum! Cheerio!" Pinkie started bouncing out of Bloom's house and back into the woods, and singed her song again. "Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! The wonderful thing about Pinkies, is Pinkies a wonderful things! Their tops are made of rubber! Their bottoms are made out of springs! They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN! But the wonderful thing about Pinkies is, I'm the only one! I'm the only one!" she growls.

If what Pinkie said was true, and there were really changealumps and parazoles about, there was only one thing to do; take drastic precautions to protect her precious apples. Apple Bloom took her pop gun, and started marching around her house, standing guard, making sure her apples wouldn't be stolen. Just then, Apple Bloom gets startled by her reflection in the mirror, and aimed her gun at it. "Oh, hello! Am ah glad to see you?" she asked herself. "It's more friendly with two. Now, you go that way, and ah'll go this way." Apple Bloom started walking the opposite way of her mirror, and after a few seconds, she turned back and ran back to the mirror. "Y'all didn't see anything, did you? Neither did I."

Now the very blustery night, turned into a very rainy night; and Apple Bloom kept her lonely vigil, hour after hour, after hour, until at last, Bloom fell fast asleep against the wall, and began to dream. Apple Bloom heard a voice in the background that said with an echo; "Changealumps and parasols.... changealumps and parasols! Steal apples... beware! BEWARE!"

Just then, a bunch of apple pots in her dream started frighteningly telling her; "They're black! They're brown! They're up! They're down! They're in! They're out! They're all about! They're far! They're near! They're gone! They're here! They're quick and slice and insincere! Beware! Beware! Be very wary ware!" Singing went on in the background, as Apple the Bloom started getting a paranoid dream of changealumps and parasols. "A changealump or parasol, is very, confusel; the changealump or parasol is very sly, sly, SLY, sly! They come in ones or twoosels, but if they.... so choosels, before your eyes you'll see them multiply, ply, PLY, ply! They're extra-ordinary, so better be wary, because they come in every shape and size, size, SIZE, size! If Apple is what you covet, you'll find that, they love it, because they guzzle up the thing you prize! They're green, they're blue, they're pink, they're white! They're round, they're square, they're a terrible sight! They tie themselves in horrible knots! They come in stripes, or polka-dots! Beware, beware, be very wary ware!" Apple the Bloom continued to have a paranoid and confusing insturmental number with changealumps and parasols doing random stuff, and whenever Bloom finds apples, they end up taking them! Finally Apple Bloom hops into an apple jar balloon, and the music continues. "They're extra-ordinary, so better be wary, because they come in every shape and size, size, SIZE, size! If Apple is what you covet, you'll find that, they love it, because they guzzle up the thing you prize!" Thunder rumples in the background and Apple Bloom hops onto another balloon. "They're black! They're brown! They're up! They're down! They're in! They're out! They're all about! They're far! They're near! They're gone! They're here! They're quick and slice and insincere! Beware! Beware! Beware! Beware! Bewaaaaaaaare....."

Shortly after, Apple Bloom regained consciousnesses as her home was flooded by the rain outside. A rumble of thunder wakes her up, and she walks back over to her mirror and talks to herself again. "Is it raining in there? It's raining out here too."

Author's Notes:

That's right! The Changelings are the Heffalumps, and the Parasprites are the Woozels! Oh, in case you don't know, the italic text means singing.