Day 2:

Sixth hour

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That's strange. I.. I didn't have any nightmares. It was common for me, since the incident, to experience trauma crop up in my dreams sometimes and yet.. I didn't. I slept like a normal person. It never felt this refreshing to me before. I normally woke up at 2 or 3 in the morning, but today, I got to see the sun rise beyond the windows. Suddenly, I was aware that something was moving next to me. I looked down to find a sleeping Fluttershy, curled up next to me. It initially took me by surprise- but then I smiled. She had much vigor when it came to dealing with animals, but she was just like any other fragile girl. Well, I couldn't exactly move without disturbing her, but my messenger bag hung over the side of the cough within my reach. I pulled out a book, placed reading glasses on the bridge of my nose and read.

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Day 2:

Ninth hour

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I checked my watch. Was it that time already? As soon as I thought of it, the vanilla coated pony next to me began to stir. She yawned inaudibly and rubbed her eyes with a forehoof. She gazed up at me with almost frighteningly deep and colorful eyes. I had forgotten to take off my reading glasses. Suddenly, she jumped and squealed.

"I'm so sorry!" she spoke, a look of deep apology and embarrassment on her face.

I smiled. "Don't worry about it. If there's anything troubling you, you can always come to my side, okay?"

Fluttershy stood still for a moment, then smiled as well. "Thank you."

A little later, Fluttershy went to tend to the animals, and I got dressed. I briefly wondered how I could wash myself when I got an idea. In my messenger bag, there was a secret, extra pocket sewed into the leather. I removed what looked like a small medical kit. There was a toothbrush and some other toiletries within. I sighed. How convenient.

She provided a small breakfast for us both - out of all the sweets, I just took a few apples. I pulled out a fruit knife when I was given a sudden idea. Fluttershy stopped eating for a moment to watch me. For a moment, it looked like I was mutilting my apples, but I got the results I wanted.

Fluttershy suddenly brightened. "Oh my gosh! How did you do that?"

I grinned and scratched my head modestly. My foster mother was a talented cook, so she showed me the ropes a few months before I came to A. Verge. I took one of the checkered ones and bit into it. After we were done, I slipped into my black coat, slung my messenger bag over my shoulder, and went out the door. Fluttershy had to stay behind for a few more hours to tend to the animals, but said she'd meet me at Sugarcube corner later that evening, apparently, where the Pinkie Pie had arranged a surprise welcome party for me. It wasn't a surprise, and a whole day had passed since I came to Equestria, but I made plans on coming.

As I walked through the woods, I realized that I really didn't have anything to do for the rest of the day until then. I mean, it's not like I predicted my coming to Equestria, so how could I possibly arrange a schedule? I decided to check how Applejack was doing, as she was the nearest to the exit of Fluttershy's woods.

I walked up the gravel road until I saw red at the top of the hill that indicated her barn. From the angle, it looked pretty similar to the show. I took the last steps up the white-painted wooden stairs. I placed my hands on my hips and looked around. Strange. Was nobody here? I know it's rude, but I decided to poke around a bit. I'm sure she wouldn't have mind. I walked around the other side of the barn, observing the many hay beds that contained livestock and the latter. I was observing a particularly dark cell when a squeaky voice with a southern accent yelled,

"GET 'IM!"

Suddenly, out of the shadows, jumped out 3 small foals leapt at me. I had no time to recognize who they were, or what they were trying to do. Before I knew it, I was rolling backwards, my limbs failing to latch on to something firm to stop my descent down a rocky hill. At the bottom, I was unable to see anything or a moment before I saw a yellow pony with a red mane mounted on my chest, giving me a distrusting look.

"Tell me what your doin' 'round these parts, ya big.. uh.."

She lifted her head away from my face and looked at her other two companions. Suddenly I realized, these were the Cutie Mark Crusaders - Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo.

"What do you think he is?"

"I have no idea."

"Nevermin' that. This thing-"

"Applebloom! What the hay are you doing to Alan?!" suddenly yelled a voice that sounded similar to Apple Blooms, only older. I looked behind me to find Applejack running towards the group. The foals quickly got off.

"But sis, he was tresspassin' over the farm proper-"

"His name is Alan, sugahcube. What would have happened if you'd tackled a customer, eh?"

Apple Bloom sighed. "Alright.."

"Now listen here, y'all, Alan is a friendly guy, so don't give him trouble, you hear?"

After a minute of scolding them, the cutie mark crusaders left the farm grounds, shooting strange looks at me. I felt like apologizing to them. I expressed this concern with Applejack.

"Don't mind 'em," she said, "soon, they'll forget all 'bout this on another adventure of theirs. That's a good thing an' a bad thing." She laughed.

I volunteered to stay and help out with work. Applejack led me through the process, but I got stuck on step one. Bucking the trees. Perhaps, due to having more strength in their hind legs - my face suddenly shivered - they could hit things with much more force, but I couldn't really put so much as a dent in it with a kick.

"Wait here," she said, and with that, she loped off and came back with a sturdy, wooden baseball bat. I took a swing, and to my surprise, it actually knocked some apples out. I spent the morning whacking trees. That'll look neat on my resume. After that, I helped organize apples into crates and finished work. While doing so, I met Big Macintosh and Granny Smith. Like the show implied, Big Mac was a colt of few words, and Granny was as, well, proactive as she could be. A portion of my work included wheeling her away from dangerous areas, like the fireplace or an oven.

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Day 2:

The Thirteenth hour

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At the end of the afternoon, they offered me lunch.

"Say, you want to have some dinner? We have some salad, fruit, and apple pie if you want some," asked Applejack.

While the Apple family was inside, I chose to eat outside in the cool breeze. I thought my situation over in my head. Living in Equestria was a decent change of pace, but soon, winter vacation would be over, and A. Verge would be wondering where I was. My foster family would be wondering where I was. Plus, I already knew the downsides to living here - my walk in Ponyville told everything. I was human. Nobody would get me. The mane six did, but only with much conversation and, unfortunately for me, multiple concussions.

I finished my salad.

I looked up at the sky. The few clouds were illuminated by the gaping space that filled the blue sky, the sun. It reminded me of Princess Celestia. Wait- that was it! Princess Celestia! If anypony would know a method to sending me back home, it would definitely be the alicorn ruler of Equestria. But how would I talk to her? She was royalty after all.. I decided. I would ask Twilight later, at the party.

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Always wanted something that had to do with trees, baseball bats, and something that's not a pony ^3^

Anyways, exciting stuff coming soon. Buckle your seatbelts!

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