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// Moving In: 5 
// Story: Prisoners of Equestria: 
// by Ponyess 
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	”You can see the Café and the pink mare tomorrow.  It isn't as if she is going anyway?” Mom had stated.

“Aw, but I want to see her, and right now!” I had responded.

“It's our first day here, we need to unpack enough to make it decent here before we could have any fun.  Go up and unpack your stuff, then we can talk of what is fun.  Besides, she promised to have a welcoming part for us.  You don't want to live out of a suit case, go up and get your stuff out, we'll help you later!” dad pointed out in no uncertain terms, in the way he does, when he means business.

“Okay, I guess you are right.  I still will need help with making my bed, you know!” I conceded.

“I will have all our beds made well before bedtime, I promise!” Mom stated.

“You will see all the nice foals, both fillies and colts, even if you wouldn't go to school with them, since we are here on vacation!” Dad suggested with a sly grin.

“We will be back here on several occasions on vacation, though.  I like the more laid-back feeling on town!” Mom added.

I had been given a small room on the second floor on the north side of the house, I guess that is all right by me.  There is a bed on the right and a pile of boxes on the left side of the room.  I guess it isn't feeling much like a home, right now.

They were serious about buying the house, before we left our old home.  The word had reached even as far as to us about how the village of Ponyville had changed and developed into a nice place.  It isn't the garrison on the rim of the Everfree forest it once had been, even if the forest still remain where it was and just as dangerous a place to be.  I had promised not to go there.

We had read about Ponyville on history class.  Now I am about to see how it is now.  I expect to have quite the tale to tell, when I get back home after we go home.  Maybe it is even worth all the effort of the fuzz of unpacking all my stuff here?

Funny thing, I had noticed that Ponies doesn't wear clothes.  Just the few, like Rarity.  I kind of felt strange about this detail.  Back home where I came from, everypony always wore clothes.  I just have to get used to see Ponies unclothed here now.  Just as I have to get used to not wearing clothes myself, I want to blend in with the crowd, after all.

Now I noticed, I don't even have a wardrobe, I guess I will just have to leave the few clothes in the box and move to the next one.

Then I found the box containing my toys.  I managed to open it without ripping it or destroying it completely.  I guess that is an accomplishment on my part.  The sun still did shine in, into my room and inside of the freshly opened box, telling a bright story about joys to have in the coming days.

In the end I just turned the box on its side, looking at the things pour out and onto the wooden floor.  Then I noticed the ball bounce towards the green wall.  Apparently they had chosen a new and fresh wallpaper for my room.

Lifting my head up to the window, I could clearly see the garden outside with the freshly cut grass and a wooden fence.

I could only see two red roses in full bloom, by the side of the porch, when we came.  There had not been much else to see, beside the grasses.  Red stone plates covering the path to the front door did look good.  I guess Dad had chosen them himself.  He usually did like to put his hoof into decorating his home.  Just as I know Mom must have chosen the roses, that was more of her department.