"Another Day, another $63.20 to USAA." I jokingly said to one of my coworkers in the back of Wal-Mart, just before signing out. Sean, the coworker I joked with, chuckled at my joke. I got my badge ready, swiped the machine, clicked the button that simply said 'sign out', and heard a simple 'Beep', signaling it accepted my stamp, allowing me to go home! I always had these things on me when I head to work: My cell Phone, Ear buds, a jacket (winter time only), my yellow vest with orange stripes, wallet with I.D. & debit card, watch, badge, and near comically smal hat that barely fits my dome of a head! I pulled out the ear plugs out of my jacket pocket, connected it to my phone, placed the ear plugs in, pressed 'play' on my phone, and listened to my music as I made my near 15 minute hike back home. I'm actually lucky that I can walk home, considering I didn't know how to drive yet nor had a car to use, and listening to my music helped me move, considering I keep moving carts to the front, where two rows can be taken away easily as soon as I add a new one. I won't lie, when I listen to my music, I feel like Star-Lord in the begining of "Guardians of the Galaxy", dancing without a care, just glad to go home with very few people staring at me. Going home with music playing is great: you pass by many people around, with the stores I pass by in order: A family dentistry, a healthcare program, Dominoes Pizza, 'Booty's' (a bar and grill area), a small ice-cream shop, a package area, a tanning saloon & bouquiet, Fry's (the other grocery store), an animal hospital & grooming saloon, a dryer area, Cricket cell-phone store, Sub-Way, a donut store simply called 'Fresh Donuts', an insurance area, Palermo's Pizzeria, Jack in the Box, a car repair shop, and a storage area. All of these, in Vice Versa, is what I pass when HEADING to my job, but luckily, I didn't have to go tomorrow! Passing by all these area with cars passing right beside me, having lights pass by me all the time, was no problem at all!

Today, however, my parents said they'll be gone for about three weeks now, and my brother, who is still in high school, had the opportunity to go on a vacation with his friends, also for about three weeks, leaving me alone in the house! I had a simple schedule really: if I was working, turn everything off, lock the door outside, bring out the Trash can on Tuesday or Recycling Bin on Thursday, do work, get home, shower, sleep, repeat! If I had a day off, however, I would do anything I felt like!!! I went on the computer, looking for news on what would happen in the next season or movies of MLP, perhaps even adding new chapters to Deadpool or to the M.I.B. Either way, I had the house to myself. I immediately jumped to the shower, removing all sorts of clothing, making myself smell good from a hard day of work.

"I think you lost five pounds today!" I told my reflection in the mirror. "Why thank you! Keep this up, and we can be the next Chris Hemsworth in a couple of years." I jumped into the shower, getting myself cleaned up.

I heard a 'din dong!' as soon as I finished. Was someone seriously ringing? Last time I knew, there wouldn't be anyone coming over with the exception of Vivian, our neighbor, nearly every morning, not night time. I quickly put on my pajamas: some black gym shorts and a red T-shirt that claimed how my 'Swag' was 'priceless', though I was never a guy that felt the need to express one's 'swag' to the public. I peeped through and saw no one.

"Probably Ding Dong ditchers." I thought. At that moment, another ringing of the doorbell! I jumped a bit, but quickly opened the door! I only saw what liked a yellow tail, running past the corner of my home. Was some animal dinging my doorbell? I began to ran, but stopped as I felt myself kicking something on the floor. I looked down and saw a simple, rectangular shaped box with a note on it. Something must've controlled me, for I picked up the box and went inside the house, closing the door behind me. I placed the box on the table and took off the note.

"Dear Good Sir," it read "Please, take care of this small foal. When you take care of him, he'll take care of you in the future. Treat him as if he were your own son. ~P.C."

"P.C.?" I asked "Foal? Is Bill Gates sending me a foal? Or... is it really-" the box moved, interrupting me and making me jump! I heard something inside growling, trying it's hardest to get out of the box! I grabbed the box, preventing it to move and began to rip the top! It stopped and I heard whimpering. I began to slowly open the box's top and looked inside. I couldn't believe it!!! Inside my O.C.: a light brown Alicorn with a small black mane & tail and white, Big Macintosh designed hooves. His ears perked back and his small, darker brown than his coat eyes looked at me, staring at me with both fear and curiosity at what I am. I stared right back, also curious at three questions: Was that really my O.C., How did he get here, and why was he so young? I looked in the box: there was a pair of more squarish glasses, much bigger than him, and next to it was a really large saddle. Without any word, I laid both my hands on the table, busy watching it. The small foal climbed out of his box and walked to my right hand. As soon as it nudged my index finger, I fainted for the first time in my life, landing hard with a loud slam!