Echo laid lazily on the couch in the living room, her hind legs outstretched behind her as she slept on her left side. Her foreletss were curled in close to her chest as she rested her head against the inner side of the couch's right arm. Echo's eyes blinked open, and she sleepily raised her head. She let out a soft yawn, only to freeze when she spotted something in her peripheral vision. She looked over the arm of the couch to see a large carboard box. However, what caught her undivided attention wasn't the box, but the perfect looking mango on the floor next to it.
Echo immediately became fully awake and alert, and she put her forehoof up onto the arm of the couch as she leaned forward eagery with her tail wagging behind her in delight. Her back hooves practically sprang off the couch as she propelled herself over the arm of the couch and over to the mango.
Echo landed on all four hooves, and she bounced from hoof to hoof happily before bending down and biting into the mango. A sudden loud squeak caused Echo's ears to stand up straight and for her to immediately drop the mango and stumble backwards in fright. She looked aroumd fearfully with widened eyes as she backed up until her rump was pressed against the side of the couch. After taking a few breaths to calm herself, Echo carefully stepped forward on the tips of her hooves. She gingerly picked up the mango with her mouth and held for a moment, and then she bit down on it as hard as she could.
There was a loud half-squeak, followed by a hissing sound. Echo immediately spat out the mango, and watched in disbelief as it deflated like a dodgeball. The bat pony pouted as she miserably kicked at the deflated mango squeaky toy. However, her eyes slowly wandered over to the cardboard box. Her strong sense of curiosity got the better of her, and she flapped her wings and hovered over the box. She then reached down and opened the flaps to take a look inside. Her eyes seemed to glow as they went wide at the sight of the box's contents. The box was filled to the brim with mangos.
Echo was smiling widely as her mouth hung open with saliva dripping off her tongue. Then she let out a contented sigh and fell backwards, landing flat on her back with her limbs spread eagle. The overoyed bat pony then sat up with tears of joy in her eyes as she sat up and wrapped her foreleg around the box, lovingly rubbing her cheek against it.
All of a sudden, Echo's smile fell flat when she noticed the deflated toy mango from earlier. Echo then stood up on her hind legs and leaned against the box for support. She peered into the box suspiciously, and picked up one of the mangos with her forehooves. She studied the mango closely, and then carefully nibbled at it. She recoiled when it squeaked at her twice, and she frowned and carelessly tossed the toy over her shoulder. She then glared sourly at the contents of the box, and trotted out of the living room with her nose in the air.
A momment later, Echo was sniffing loudly as she quickly stepped back into the living room. She followed the scent her had pony nose had picked up all the way to the cardboard box. Echo stuck her head into the box and took a few more deep sniffs. Her ears perked up and she smiled hopefully. Her tail even wagged a little bit.
With a few flaps of her leathery wings, Echo hovered at a comfortable position above the box and grabbed another one of the mangos. She squeezed it in between forehooves, and frowned when it emmitted a squeak. She dropped it onto the floor next to the box, and then reached into the box to retrieve another possible mango. She repeated this process over and over, growing more and more impatient with every squeaky toy she discovered.
Eventually, Echo was upsidedown and head first in the cardboard box, with her hind legs kicking and tail swinging. She then flew up and out of the box, and flipped right side up as she hovered in the air, holding one last mango in her forehooves.
Echo gulped, and she nervously gave the mango a squeeze while tensely looking away from it. When the mango didn't squeak or easily yield to the squeeze, Echo turned her head back to it and gave it a few excited sniffs. The scent brought a big smile to Echo's face, and she slowed her flapping to gently land on her back hooves to enjoy the fruit.
Echo didn't realize that the toy mango she had carelessly tossed over her shoulder earlier was right underneath her until it was far too late. Her right hind hoof landed right on the squeaky toy, and both the loud squeak and the round object underhoof threw Echo completely off balance. Echo had a panic stricken look on her face as she fumbled the real mango in her forehooves while wobbling around on one leg. Echo fought to keep hold of the fruit as she fell to the side, only to land right on top of the pile of squeaky toy mangoes she had made.
Echo let out her oen squeak of fright and pain as the tremendously loud squeak of the toys assaulted her extra keen bat pony ears. Out of reflex, her forelegs shot up to cover her ears, flinging the real mango up into the air. Then, the pile of toy mangos acted like a pile of springs and sprang the bat pony upwards as well.
Echo was quite surprised, confused, and disoriented by thr ordeal; so she could only flap her wings feebly as she was tossed up and to the left a few feet. She landed flat on her back yet again, only this time instead of landing atop a pile of squeaky toy mangos, she landed atop one real, ripe, juicy mango that was squashed flat between her back and the floor.
Echo just laid there for a moment, her eyes filled with disbelief at what had just happened. She felt the sensation of ripe fruit smeared across her back, clinging tightly to her coat and one with her fir. Then she finally let her head rest on the floor, breathing out heavily as she laid still and stared up at thr ceiling.