//------------------------------// // Crashing A Kite // Story: A Colt Named Charlie Brown. // by Depressed_Tea //------------------------------// Today was the day. Charlie could almost feel the absurd amount of luck in the air. Quickly tightening his grip on his red kite, Charlie set off into the park that had claimed every single kite he had ever owned. But not today. The green grass, the blue cloudless sky, the sun, everything just said 'Come on Charlie Brown, today is the day!' And Charlie wasn't going to say no to something like that. Jauntily walking down a path, Charlie came to a nice flat field that met his desired requirements. On one side was a small hill, perfect for setting up. A nice flat runway of pure green grass stretched dozens of yards in front of it, perfect for take-off. Then finishing with the field dropping off to another one of the park,s many lakes which were perfect for sitting and relaxing in the event of an (unlikely) kite-flying session. But of course, the one criteria this field met most of all, was no trees. Sighing, Charlie quickly ran over to the small hill on the very left side of the field and set up his kite with military operation. Over the many years of failing to fly his kite, Charlie had perfected his way of setting up the kite, a simple hole with a rock/stick out the back worked wonders. Loosing the cord around his grip, Charlie trailed around 15 ft of cord directly in front of the kite, then quickly moved around two feet to the left. This was to ensure that Charlie would pull the kite on an angle. Grabbing a small wind sensor, Charlie Brown pushed it into the dirt about four feet away from him, as air-currents worked in 8 m shots. He had to wait for the perfect wind that was around 7 KPH. He waited and waited, watching the small machine chug way at the wind when suddenly, 7KPH Reached The device shone out of its small monitor. Knowing his limited window of opportunity, Charlie Brown started running as fast as he could. Already, by the tension in the rope, he had picked up the kite, already a good start. Picking up speed and ground, Charlie ran and ran trying to get the kite into the air, but it wouldn't budge. it just flopped around on the grass nearly picking up speed only to flop back down again. Unfortunately, Charlie was so focused on the kite, he didn't notice he was running out of field. Once he noticed the change in degree of the field, Charlie suddenly realized the inevitable and slammed his feet into the ground. Thankfully, with inches to spare, Charlie Brown stopped just at the edge of the lake. I guess it wasn't too inevitable. BONK Out of nowhere, Charlie was blind-sided by his kite, who didn't get the memo to stop hitting Charlie in the back and pushing him into the lake. Never mind, it was inevitable. Groaning slightly, Charlie tried to pull himself from the lakes waters before he got too wet, but he was soaked through. Fishing himself up and dragging himself up the bank of the lake, Charlie was met face to face with the offending kite. In a flash of anger, Charlie kicked the kite as hard as he could sending it up into the breeze... as the cord of it tightened around his legs. In an all-too familiar sense of dread, Charlie looked down to see his legs covered in the kite’s wire, just before it tightened some more. AGHHHHHHHHHH Charlie screamed in vain as he was dragged along by the kite as the laws of physics decided to look the other way. The kite, with the air of an expert stunt pilot, flew through the air dodging trees, dogs, park benches, picnics alike, but neglecting Charlie as he was unceremoniously dragged through them at top speed. Up ahead, Lucy Van Pelt was calmly 'playing' with her football hoping that Charlie Brown, who frequented this park, would fall for her little joke again. Fortunately for her, Charlie Brown did appear; unfortunately for her, he was being dragged by a kite and crashed into her. “YOU BLOCKHEAD!” Lucy screamed in a futile attempt to reprimand Charlie as he sped off into the sunset, still attached to the kite. Charlie, who was receiving the mother of all grass burns, realised that he was picking up speed, alarmingly fast actually. Swerving around a mother and her kid, Charlie’s kite hit a mound of dirt sending him spiralling up into the air. “NEED HELP CHARLIE!” yelled a voice from below. Quickly recognizing it as Linus, Charlie’s very best friend, Charlie shot back: “NO! Don’t worry!” And with that, he was dragged off again away from his friend with a mixture of surprise, concern, and disappointment on his face. As the kite sped on, Charlie started to recognize this part of the park, it was the part where… oh no. That tree was. Somehow turning himself over, Charlie spotted a very familiar tree coming up, the one that had stolen all of his kites. Like the universe coordinated it, the kite shot up into the air lodging itself into the high branches of the tree. Thankfully, Charlie was coming at the tree at an angle, so when the kite got stuck, he shot right past it. Charlie sighed thankfully as he though luck was on his side… for it to be crushed immediately as the kite cord tighten. Almost in slow-motion, the kite cord tied around Charlie, sending him backwards towards the tree headfirst. Just before crashing into the wood, Charlie uttered, “Good grief…” THUD … … “What’s he doing?” Came a female voice above Charlie. “I dunno, poke him or something,” said another. “No, he’s asleep. Maybe we should leave him alone?” an extra uttered. Unknown voices surrounded Charlie as his eyes seemed to be welded shut. Attempting to think straight, he pulled his arm up to rub his head, but his arm felt… wrong. So did his body as he struggled to move arms and legs. He felt misshaped, deformed. It’s like his head grew in size, but his legs and arms had shrunk to the same size. “Hey, he’s moving! Are you alright?” One of the voices spoke once more. ‘No, I’m not!’ Charlie wanted to say he had just hit his head and he felt like he was paralysed because… of that kite! Groaning, he rolled over onto his side which felt more comfortable whilst trying to speak. His mouth felt odd. “Hello?” the same voice said, “Scoots, Sweetie, I think we need help!” ‘Scoots, Sweetie’? Must be some type of nicknames Charlie thought as he once more attempted to upright himself. Finally, though, he managed to peel his eyes open. Sunlight immediately assaulted Charlie’s eyes, forcing him to cringe away from it. Readjusting his vision into the canopy of the tree he blinked once more to see his saviours. “Hi, you okay?” The yellow horse asked. Yellow. Horse. Not to mention it also looked cartooney with an over-sized pinkish-red bow adoring her red hair. Suddenly two more horses came into vision, a… Pegasus and an Unicorn. The Pegasus was orange with a violent purple mane, and the unicorn was white with a two-toned mane. So many questions flooded Charlie’s mind. Why were there talking horses, what was with the bow, the Pegasus, the Unicorn, the multi-coloured coats? “Do you need help getting up?” The Unicorn said holding out her hoof, not waiting for an answer. On instinct, Charlie reached out his… hoof? And grasped her hoof… somehow. To be pulled up, by her. “Are you okay? You’re just looking around and not talking,” the orange ‘Scoots’ Pegasus said, followed by a nodding ‘Sweetie’. Charlie ignored her and took in his surroundings. It appeared he was in a grove of apple trees, next to a particularly large one housing a weathered treehouse. Not the park, not that that could be completely expected since there were talking horses standing right in front of him. “Where am I?” Charlie stuttered staring at the trio. “Uhm, Sweet Apple Acres,” the yellow horse said. “Why?” “I uh, what town… country preferably?” Charlie said, attempting not to make eye-contact, but the horses unnaturally large eyes made this difficult. “Ponyville, Equestria. Are you okay?” This time she said it with more force. “Equestria?” “Yeah…?” “Good Grief.”