Chapter 4
I layed on the couch for a while, staring at the ceiling and enjoying the full feeling, until I felt something wet on my hoof. I looked over to see my dog panting eagerly, holding his leash in his mouth. I chuckled and take the end of the leash in my own mouth, since I couldn’t hold it anymore.
We made it out of the door and began to trot down the street. I nodded to a few passers by as they stared at me in surprise. I stared back at a lady walking her cat with a leash, that was at least as odd as a pony walking her dog, right?
We got back from our enjoyable walk and I happily spat out the leash, letting my dog run off with his newfound freedom.
During my wait for my mother to come home, I took a look at the calendar, sighing as I flipped through the bizarre year/week. “Tarnation... Discord’s got to be neck deep in this mess.” I grumbled, shaking my head and turning away.
Finally my mother returned after an hour or two, with a plane ticket in hand. “I wasn’t able to get a flight until Marsday.... which is after Sunday, new day names for some reason,” she explained, tucking the ticket into my bag. Due to the day still being Friday I needed to wait for another three days before its Marsday. “It’s at terminal number 12."
I stared at her for a second at the idea that everyone is using these new days and shook my head. "No that's fine Ma, I'll manage."
The next few days were pretty uneventful, mostly with me walking my dog. However on the Sunday a little girl notices me walking Marcus and she decides to pull my tail, and I almost buck her; that’s when I noticed she was probably only 3 or 4 years old and probably didn’t know any better. After that incident I trotted back home and stayed in my room for that night.
It’s a good thing my bag was already packed 2 days earlier. My mother informs me that we should have one last family dinner before I leave to New York City. I agree with her happily, and she makes a type of cheesy Gnocchi with a fresh side salad for dinner. Since Gnocchi is a type of potato Pasta, I’m thinking it should be fine and that I probably won't get sick. I will tell ya this the meal was amazing.
That night I have a strange dream, where the original Applejack is wondering if Apple Bloom and Big Mac are okay. In the dream I try to help her but I end up clumsily falling into a ditch on the Apple’s family farm, right into a bunch of worms and other slimy stuff, let's just say it wasn't the greatest dream.
Apparently I had unwittingly rolled out of my bed and bumped my head on my oak dresser, knocking myself out; when I awoke it was 7:00 A.M the next morning.
That morning my mother took me to the airport in the family SUV and I trot next to mother when she takes me to the terminal headed to New York City and to my surprise I see a banner over the lane terminal 12 that says in multicolored letters WELCOME APPLEJACK. However I assume whoever put the banner up must have been short a few apples of a barrel since for starters the word welcome was misspelled; it read as this instead "Welfume Applejack.” I mentally facehoof myself and I say to my ma, "See ya later Ma member to walk Marcus everyday ya hear?"
After my mother left me I had to wait for the airplane's arrival time while apparently the hardcore fans of Applejack fully surrounded me; all of them were holding Applejack plush toys. "How did ya know I was coming here?" I said in my Southern voice.
One of the fans answered "Well your mother was here when she bought the plane ticket and she said in quote ‘My son has turned into Applejack please let him on the plane, and as a huge fan I got all the Applejack fans in the city and gathered them here to wish you luck on your journey.”
A half hour later I show the stewardess my plane ticket and my passport, but since I now look nothing like my passport profile I got asked a bunch of questions to confirm my identity. After being questioned for 15 minutes the plane staff agree I am actually who I say I am. They asked me questions like what my DOB was and what my blood type is. I’m not gonna tell you guys my Date of Birth is cause it could make fans hound me, but I will tell you ma blood type is AB+. Another question they asked was what was my mother’s maiden name. Other than those sort of questions the rest were sort of trivial.
After that the stewardess lets me on; when I get to my seat I end up being seated to next to a who hates ponies, not the best seat in the plane but I can't complain. The whole plane ride I had to listen to this jerk telling me to drown myself in a lake; three hours or so of his constant yelling in my ear I finally got fed up and said to his face "Shut up ya dang idjot or do ya want me to buck all of ya teeth out?"
That got the man to shut his trap.
After the plane had landed in New York City a half hour later, this of course was after having to sit next to that annoying man the whole trip.
I had collected my bag off the baggage thing and I then left the airport and started walking around New York city. Then I facehoof as I had just remembered that I never been in New York City before. I knew I must have had walked into the slums of the city since the buildings were starting to look kinda like theyhave been looked after in many years. Before I knew it a bunch of Hobos began to surround me; they tried to rob me so I kinda bucked them in their chests hard enough that their children would be born with broken limbs.
To make matters worse it began to rain and hail harshly; since I was outside I was getting pelted by the hail and yeah it really hurt a lot. I ended up heading into an abandoned building to escape the rain.
In retrospect running into that particular building may not have been the smartest idea in ma head. Since the building was quite old,I would probably say that the building was at least 50-60 years old, the metal the building was completely brown from rust and chunks of the rusty metal was crumbling, the floor where I was currently standing was crumbling under my hooves. As you can probably guess it couldn't support my weight.
I fell through the floor, at a high speed which it had turned out the building was connected to a small side part of New York city’s subway system. Thankfully the part where it connected was just enough that I could feel the wind from the subway train, but not enough to be in any danger from the train itself.
Once I had trotted enough I saw a set of stairs headed upwards so I climbed up, and it lead to an large toy store conveniently that primarily sold MLP merchandise, consisting of mostly plush dolls.