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Apparently, my sister had performed the first series of test, and it had been successful, as far as she could see. Six mice had been turned into a group of ponies. The ponies in a group of friends.
Their names, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Apple Jack, Flutter Shy, Pinkie Pie. I can easily recognise them all. These are the friends I had come to love from the show. What initially shocked me, is how they acted.
The baffled veterinarian had cleared them all. As small as they are, they are apparently healthy little ponies. The fact that they had been mice, mere hours before had changed nothing. I guess the veterinarian did not need to know I could have told her, if she had seen anything hinting towards the effect, but she mentioned nothing of the sort, so I kept the secret.
For now, the most sensible had still been to build a small habitat for the six of them to live in. Question was, would they require classical houses, like we have, or would they prefer any other style of home? I guess we could ask them, unless they were forthcoming with the information, assuming they could actually explain what they liked.
I had noticed that my sister love sitting in a coach by the small habitat I had set up for the ponies, formally known as mice. Why, I had not yet asked her, and she had not felt inclined to say. I guess she feels a kindred in them.
Just the same, they had yet to utter a single word, or make a move to the effect they desired anything. Even if they had been mice before. Maybe they haven't realised they could live any other way, or are simply too embarrassed to ask for anything.
I had kept the first group in their new form as ponies, though I had changed the second and third groups back to mice, while I had even managed to change the third group back to ponies for the second time. Then had them examined by the veterinarian after each and every change, one by one. They had all checked out, cleared for any health problems we could come up with.
Now, I sit with the pink mare in my lap, petting her gently. My sister is currently in her favourite place, but with the purple unicorn standing on the right armrest.
“Are you happy, with the habitat we built for you, or is there anything you would like for us to add to it?” my sister enquired curiously, in a polite tone of voice.
“I think I would love to have a bed. Maybe a small house would be nice to, if it isn't too much to ask?” Twilight responded.
“I would have to ask my sister for help, but I think it sounds reasonable, for you to have a home with furniture in your size!” my sister responded.
Twilight looked up at my sister. She just stared for a long moment, doing and saying nothing, considering the strange situation she had found herself in.
“That sounds fair enough. Personally, I would have loved a few books to read, but that isn't exactly the first order of priority. A bed for the night and possibly a roof over my head, that's what I need first. Rainbow Dash may be interested in a larger sky, allowing her to fly too, I would imagine!” she then responded.
“Sister, sister, my pony is speaking. She just told me she would like to have a bed to sleep in, for the night. She also expressed that Rainbow Dash may require an open sky in order for her to fly!” my sister exclaimed.
“Would you like a bed too? A home to live in? Is there anything else you would like?” I asked Pinkie Pie, as I carefully patted her on her head.
“A larger habitat with an open sky? That should be fairly easy to fix. I think we could manage beds for them as well. I'll ask my assistant to see what she can find, before the store close for the night!” I replied my sister.
Then I picked up the phone with my free hand, dialling the girl as I had promised.
“Hi, could you possibly run off to the store, I need a set of beds for the Ponies, they could use a nice home too. See what you can find for them, could you?” I told her as she picked up on her end.
“Homes and beds. I'll see what I can find in their size. The store should still be open. I'll go right away. Thanks for telling me!” the assistant responded with a giggle on her voice.
“Thanks. I'm sure the ponies will be thankful for your efforts. I'll see you when you are back!” I said.
“Bye for now. I'll see you soon, then!” she responded as she hung up, as she headed for the door out.
“Wow, I am going to have my own bed!” Pinkie Pie expressed in a rather excited tone of voice, as she heard what I had instructed my assistant.
“If you need a bed, it is vital for me to have one for you. I couldn't do anything less for you, now could I?” I responded.
“Oh, thanks!” Pinkie Pie squealed.
“You are quite welcome. I just have a few things to check. So much fun to see you move in, into your new homes. If I am correct, I'll feel like a foal on Hearts Warming Eve, for a few days now. Just watching you, as you build up a small village, adapting things for your needs. It isn't as if it is something I have the pleasure to do every day!” I told her with a giggle on my voice, smiling at her.
“If that is how you feel, I will love to help you realise your dream. I guess I am starting to get excited over the situation too!” Pinkie Pie responded.
“As unexpected as this is to me, I guess it is how it is turning out. I have the feeling you are turning into a group of nice friends. Initially, I set all this up in order to help my little sister. I need to understand fully what happened to her in the first place, since she was turned into a pony, much like you. If she enjoys her life as it turns out, I can still let her live the way she is now, I can't rob her of the joy either way. On the other hoof, if this could help any others to a life better than what prospects had it, I guess I can help them too, if it works out as I hope. For now, I am still just happy to see how you are making it!” I pondered.
“Life doesn't always turn out as one may expect, you just have to make the best of it. Your sister is the large pony in the couch with Twilight Sparkle? You are very lucky, from where I stand. She seems to turning into a very good pony herself too. We all help others the best we can, I myself prepare parties and work in a café named Sugar-Cube Corner. I know they will love the efforts you are pulling for them. I sure am going to enjoy my life here with you, anyways!” she pointed out.
“You just proved that point. Making a few new friends is always fun, but I guess you knew that, Pinkie? She hasn't said or done anything to make my even suspect she doesn't enjoy herself the way she is now. There are a few things I will have to help her with, in her current position, since she couldn't handle certain things, lacking hands and the way some may react on her as a pony. Being where we are now, I think I am in a very good position to help her, just as I can help you. I want for all of you to have the best life I can possibly give you!” I pointed out in response.
“Making friends? Then you came to the right pony. I guess she enjoys to be just the way she is, who wouldn't? Being a pony is great, even if I don't really know any other way to be. This is the only way I could possibly be. It is how I would want to remain for the rest of my life, no matter what. I don't have hands either, it isn't part of the equine anatomy, you know. We have done well for ourselves this far without them. I know we will keep doing well for ourselves, enjoying life to the fullest. I just start to feel hungry again, we Ponies do have to eat often, you know!” she responded.
“With your help, I know I can build a very nice habitat for you all. I just need to know what you need and how to gather what you need to live the life you were born to live, the life you deserve. I couldn't rob you of any of these things!” I pondered.
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