Godson looked at his phone, checking to see if his phone had died.

Battery: 100%

“Lucky me.” He thought. He brought up the virtual keyboard, and added more to his notes.

Step 2: Befriend the Mane 6. (This will most likely help make Step 3 just a tad easier.)

“Gordon!” Applejack called out. “Quit slackin’ around!”

Godson sighed, locking his phone, and returning it back to it’s home: his pocket. He walked off to the tree Applejack had been standing near.

“So uh… What is it I’m supposed to do again?” He asked.

“You just gotta buck the tree.” Applejack repeated herself for the third time. “How is that so hard to understand?”

“Okay, so I gotta f—wait what?” Godson did a doubletake.

“You buck the darn tree!” Applejack rolled her eyes and groaned in frustration. “Do you need me to demonstrate?”

“Yes.” Godson quickly replied.

Applejack blinked, until she had figured that he wouldn’t know what applebucking is. She then turned around, raised her hind legs, and slowly retracted them. Then, she kicked the tree with every ounce of force she could give it. With that, every apple in the tree had fallen into the basket.

Godson’s eyes widened. Unsure of how Applejack expected him to even do what she had just done in front of him.

“Now you try.” Applejack said. “Go buck that there tree.” She pointed to a nearby tree.

Godson turned around, walking to the tree Applejack specifically pointed to. And tried to mimic what he’d seen.

He first rested his hands on the ground, raised his legs, retracted them, then kicked the tree with the little strength he had. He then quickly stood up, hoping that the apples would fall on the basket.

Nothing had happened.

“‘Kay, so that didn’t work.” Godson thought out loud. Glaring at Applejack, whom was already giving him an irritated look. “Hang on, lemme try something.”

He pulled back his arm, then proceeded to punch the tree. He hurt his hand in the process, and it only made himself look more like an idiot. He winced in pain, and began shaking his hand while randomly shouting “Ow!” every so often.

He then proceeded to kick the tree with one leg. “Stupid tree!” He hissed in anger. Suddenly, an apple had fallen on his head with a loud “bonk” sound. He looked up at the tree, pissed off at everything that had occurred.

“Gordon?” Applejack said, stifling a chuckle. “How do you humans usually get your apples from trees?”

“We just pick them right off the tree.” Godson replied, rubbing his head to ease the pain. “It takes a while, but that’s why we usually have more than one person helping out.”

“So you take each and every apple out… one by one?” Applejack inquired, her mouth slightly agape as she finished.

“Pretty much.” Godson nodded.

Applejack sighed, her hoof meeting her face as she tried to figure out what to do next.

“Alright.” She began, “Tell ya what. You can go on and forget about your chores for today. I’m gonna go figure out how we could make things any easier for ya, seeing how you can’t even buck a tree.”

“Uh… Alright?” Godson replied with a questioning glare. “I’ll uh… I’ll see ya later.”

Godson looked at his phone once more, adding more notes.

Applejack: I failed to f--buck a tree. So she tried not to laugh at me.

Pinkie Pie: Should be easy to befriend her because, well, Pinkie.

Twilight: Meh. I can safely assume I'm placed either before Season 4 starts, or during it. So I think I might be able to pull something off.

Rarity: FABULOUS DARLING. (I hate fashion.)

Fluttershy: This will take me a while.

Rainbow Dash: Well crap, this will probably be the hardest one to befriend. Simply because she’s already skeptical of me.

Perhaps I don’t have to befriend each and every single one of the Mane 6. Maybe just Twilight?

He locked the phone, and returned it to its home. He eventually made his first stop at Sugarcube Corner, in order to attempt to do the easiest thing in all of Equestria.

The minute he walked into the bakery, he was attacked with streamers, temporarily blinding him until he removed them all from his face. Once he had done so, he had immediately found Pinkie Pie already intruding in his space.

“Surprise!” She shouted. “I figured you’d come here, so I put out a whole bunch of balloons, and baked a cake, and some cupcakes, and I got EVERYPONY invited to the party!”

“Party?” Godson repeated, trying to comprehend what he had just heard.

“Duh!” Pinkie tapped on his head, “Anypony in there? It’s your ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party!”

Godson began looking at his surroundings. A mix of red and blue balloons were set all over the bakery, anyone who was curious of the ‘new creature’ was here, and so was Twilight. He figured she was here most likely to explain what he is and why he’s here in the first place. At the top of it all, was a sign that read: “Welcome to Ponyville, Godson!”

“First off: How in the heck did you know red and blue were my favorite colors?” He began, “Second: I don’t think this party is really necessa— OOOH Chocolate Cake!”

“They don’t call me the best party planner in Ponyville for nothing!” Pinkie cheered with a bounce. Giggling at the human’s reaction to the cake.

Godson was nearly drooling over the cake. He quickly snapped out of it, and rushed for a nearby plate. He grabbed a slice of the cake, and began eating it.

“As I was saying…” Godson spoke, taking another spoonful of cake. “Holy crap this cake is goo—erm, I don’t think this party is necessary. I mean, seriously, there’s not a ton special about me.” He set his plate down in a nearby table, then gestured his hands around him. “I mean, look at me. I’m… meh.” He quickly grabbed his plate, and continued eating.

Pinkie giggled at his response. “Silly Goddy, everypony deserves a party!”

“Godson.” He attempted to correct. “Bu—”

Pinkie was nowhere to be seen.

“Holy crap she’s gone.” He stated out the obvious in a dumbfounded manner.

“So, Godson…” Twilight walked up to him. “You’re here earlier than I expected.” She raised an eyebrow. “Did something happen at the farm?”

“An apple fell on my head.” Godson said flatly. “That’s all you need to know.”

“That bad, huh?” Twilight snickered.

“If you were there to see what happened, you probably wouldn’t be laughing.” Godson retorted.

“Was it really that bad?” Twilight wondered, sitting down next to him.

“...I tried to buck a tree.” Godson crossed his arms. “That didn’t work, so I punched the tree in anger. I hurt my hand, so then I kicked the tree. Then the apple fell on my head.” He looked at Twilight after his explanation, whom was already trying to hold back a laugh or two.

“Then Applejack made that same face you’re making.” Godson pointed out. Twilight jumped a bit when she realized what she was doing.

“So then it was that bad.” Twilight concluded. “Godson, what skills would you say you have?”

“Skills?” Godson repeated, unsure whether he should answer the question or not.

“What are you good at, back home?” Twilight narrowed her eyes, dumbing down the question enough for him.

“I know what skills are.” Godson narrowed his eyes in an attempt to retort. “I just never thought you’d care.”

“Well, I was tempted to ask you to help me out with a couple of things.” Twilight nudged him. “Y’know, try to get you a job that you’re good at?”

“I can’t royalty, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Godson stated flatly. “To be honest, I’m not very good at much… I can English, but.”

“You ‘can’t royalty’, but you ‘can English’?” Twilight cocked her head, “That isn’t even gr—”

“Grammatically correct?” Godson interrupted. “I’m aware. Anyway, I guess... the only thing I could do is help Pinkie around the bakery. Since I’m a bit random at times, and, well... Cake. It's not that hard... I think...”

“Hm.” Twilight placed her hoof on her chin. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Great!” Godson cheered, taking another slice of cake, then looking back at Twilight. “When do yo—”

Twilight was nowhere to be seen, much like what happened with Pinkie.

“Of course…”