In this moment of danger, I take a long, deep breath to calm myself to asses the situation in a rational manner...

Nah, I immediately start freaking out,

"BATS! BATS ON MY FACE! HEEEELP!"

Running to and fro, then jumping to the ground to give myself some leverage, I grab at my attacker before it's too late.

It's then that I realize the fact that I'm still alive, so I stop writhing and rolling in time to feel the large crumpled paper rustling in the wind. As the stiff breeze dies down, the large piece of paper ceases its own movement and I'm able to take a look at my would-be attacker. It's a flyer about 8'' x 11'' with several stains and smudges on it. It's written in Equestrian and the words are in big red letters. The type looks slightly worn.

SPREAD THE WORD!
SWEET APPLE ACRES!
IT ENDS TONIGHT!

I'm sitting on the ground after a near scare, a few feet from the tree where my BAG OF SUPPLIES is. Down the road is SWEET APPLE ACRES. The opposite direction is where I just came from, WEST PONYVILLE.

What now?