I stared around at the scene around me. It was decidedly odd. None of it looked real. The trees were blobs of green and the dirt was mostly one color. The sun was actually yellow. The clouds were swirly and white. The sky a tone of blue I’d never seen before.

Just a few minutes ago, I was walking around in my house, my parents were not home, and I tripped, and hit my head. I think I’m suffering from a meager concussion. How’d I get outside? Was I even outside?

A pink and blue butterfly brushed my nose, and looked at me. It actually looked at me, and I could see its eyes. Yeah, I think I’m hallucinating. I blinked several times to try to clear up the strange sites I was seeing, but that did me no good.

I decided it was time to stand up, maybe that would help. I put out my hand behind me to stand, but my hands felt really weird. I moved them in front of my face to investigate, but they weren’t my hands. It was a weird looking yellow hoof thing. What? I looked down at myself, was my head on the wrong body? No, I was a horse. I stood on all 4s then looked at my back side, I had a tail. A bright green and blue tail! I stared at it wide eyed. That’s when I relisted that I had a hug snout impairing my vision.

“What’s wrong with me?!” I said aloud. Normal people see things when they hit there heads right? This is perfectly normal. “I just need to pinch myself and ill wake up.” How do I do that with hooves?! Who am I kidding, this is not normal! I started to hyperventilate, and walking back and forth saying, “This is not real, it’s just a dream.” But one never knows there dreaming till they’re awake.

“Calm down.” I told myself. I needed to stay calm to figure this out. “Ok, so I’m a pony, I can dill with that, I’ve dealt with worse.”

Then suddenly over the hill a pony came running toward me. He was yelling “run!” he was a pony speaking words, like, understandable words. Cores than again, he was also wearing a hat and satchel, he kind of looked like a mail man. But a pony. Mail pony? “Run!” he repeated. Why was he telling me to run? I was still lost on the whole ‘being a pony thing’. He came rushing past me in a flash, dropping mail all over the ground. Then from over the hill he came from, came this huge wooden wolf thing.

I starred at it, mouth wide open. The thing was coming really fast and I decided it would be best to run. Which is not as easy as it sounds. Maybe if you’re born with hooves, and you walk on all 4 most of the time, this may be possible, but I was not. Eminently I tripped over my own, hooves, and fell on my face. Boy was I glad no one was here to see me fail this bad. Somehow I managed to half run, half skid fumble in the direction of the, mail pony. That’s going to be weird to get use to.

“Over here!” the mail pony yelled from behind a rock. I gave up on trying to run and just rolled over to the rock. Duking behind it, I felt relief, not having to try to run anymore.

“Never seen a Timber Wolf before?” the mail pony asked. I assumed that when he said Timber Wolf, he was referring to the big wooden, wolf thing.

“Um, no, neither have I ever seen a talking pony.” I replied before I really realized it. He looked at me sideways. Yes I’m crazy. I thought back at him. Not that he could hear thoughts. Or maybe, I am a pony, and the butterflies can smile, so for all I know, this pony has telepathic abilities.

After a short while the ‘Timber Wolf’ as the mail pony called it, gave up and went back the way it came.

“So, where’s the nearest town.” I asked.

“That way.” The mail pony said pointing in the direction we’d both ran. “I’m going there so you might as well follow.” He seemed kind of nice. He started walking down the dirt path, the way he’d pointed.

As we walked, well I more stumbled, I looked around at the scene. The whole place was unnatural. The flowers were way too bright, everything seemed so cheery. How does anyone stay sane here? Then I tripped, on my face.

“Rrrr! You stupid pony limbs!” I yelled back at my legs. The mail pony stopped and looked at me like I was crazy, I don’t blame him. I studied my hind legs, they were the ones giving me the most grief. Then I realized why, my knee joints were going the wrong way. I forgot horses have backward knees. This little fact helped my walk much better after that.

Finally we reached a town, which was full of rainbow ponies. So much makes sense now. Plus there was more than just ponies, there were unicorns, pegasi, and talking cows. All walking around the town like people would, except with four legs.

As I walked through the town, many of the ponies that noticed me, stopped and starred at me. Like there was something wrong with me. That’s when I noticed that they all had weird pictures on their flanks. I looked back at mine to see which one I had, but there was none. Was that why they were staring at me like that? Then, I could make out the words they were whispering to one another, “she’s a blank flank,” Many said. “But she older.”

Apparently, not having weird pix on your flank, is considered a crime here. Well, I am surrounded by rainbow quadrupeds. I officially hate my life.

Author's Notes:

I got this story from my personal experience in Equestrian.