Today, I’ve met some very odd ponies, and to be honest, I just don’t know what went wrong… There’s a psycho pony trying to kill me, there’s a cyan pony who’s too stubborn to have sincerly thanked me for saving her life,  there’s a white pony who’s trying to get my fur and there’s a purple dragon who seems very irritated (not my fault).

Actually I had one friend. But I kind of deserted her to save my own hide. Poor Pinkie. She seemed really sad. I hope I get to play with her again. Although I nearly died from exhaustion playing with niece and nephew, she’s really the own pony on my side. But she might not be now…

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‘Sweet Apple Acres.’ By my guess, an Apple Orchard. At least that was the only fruit I saw when I was walking alongside the fence. I wondered what ponies could do with the large amounts of apples, apart from eating them of course. I don’t think any pony could eat all those apples, let alone any amount of ponies.

It was actually a peaceful time, the first peace I’d received since I was in Fluttershy’s house. I had time to think over the adventure I had had that may or may not have finished. I figured out I was slightly paranoid when I arrived. Who wouldn’t be if they woke up in a place like this? Maybe everything was just an illusion. Maybe my eyes were deceiving me. Maybe no pony was mean to me.

Maybe…

‘Hey, you. Outside the barn. What in the hay are you doing? Don’t ya know that this here ain’t the place to be sleeping?’ I turn to see a large, orange pony with a fedora staring me down. She was definitely more intimidating than the rabbit. I just gave her a confused expression. I was slouched against a barn, apparently I’d dozed off. It was light again. I didn’t even know what I was doing. But when she was talking, I’d found myself staring at her. She was actually attractive. For a pony, at least.

‘Now what you starin’ at? Have I got apple in my teeth again? Shoot, I flossed this morning.’ I was still staring. I just didn’t know what to do but what happened next made my instincts decide for me.

‘Hey, AJ. What’cha doing?’ asked a pink pony, trotting up the path. AJ looked away and I took my chance to hide inside the barn. It was filled with barrels of juice, probably apple.

‘Oh, Pinkie. Now I’ve let him escape.’

‘Who escape?’

‘Some orange, varmint. It was dozing by this here barn.’

‘Orange? Dark orange? Furry? Cute looking?’ I almost sighed out of relief. She still liked me.

‘Yeah. Y’all don’t him, do you?’

‘Yes, Yes, Yes. He came round my house and we played with the foals. But then he ran off. And he didn’t even take any cake…’ Relieved, I knew I could come out but unfortunately for me, three other voices chimed into the conversation.

‘Rarity, Dashie, Fluttershy. Did y’all see an orange critter scampering away?’

‘Umm… No, but we are looking for one.’

‘It was small, orange, kind of evil…’

‘How many times, Rainbow Dash. How could he nearly kill you?’

‘He made me slip off a roof top.’

‘That doesn’t sound good. Maybe he was trying to help you? I’m sure he wouldn’t do it on purpose.’

I decided to make my move. Before they searched the barn. But as I climbed out of my hiding place, an empty barrel, big green eyes were staring at me. ‘Eeyup’ he proclaimed. They knew where I was the second the word had reached them. I jumped out of the barrel and ran for it. All 5 mares chased me as I ran in what seemed like circles. Trees, field, trees, field. I could swear the stallion was at the entrance to the path and he knew exactly what I was thinking.

‘Nnnope’ he responded expressionless. I hadn’t even needed to ask him my question. But by the time he was out of sight, the cyan flying pony had caught up to me and was making grabs at my bushy tail.

‘Come here. Almost…’

She once again hit into something but this time it was the door to the house-tree in which the dragon, ‘Twilight’, lived in. I knew something was wrong when I set foot in the place. I stumbled into a pile of books. It was a library and behind the books was a very stern looking mare, with the dragon sitting beside her, in disbelief. The mare stood and stared at me, confused but confident.

‘I knew you’d find me. Now, who are you?’