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// Living room antics! 
// Story: Was there a memo I didn't get? 
// by Galaneth 
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	Slowly making my way down the hallway towards the living room, I find myself attempting to grasp what might of happened to me. I wanted to go back to my room and see if I couldn't find anything on the internet, but I didn't think I was ready for attempting to work with my laptop yet. I felt more like relaxing a bit before attempting fine control with my hooves or wings...wings...

Realization in T-minus five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

"Celestia's mane I have wings!" I said almost shouting.

Observation completed, I then proceeded to the living room fully intent to examine these feathered wonders in further detail. As I reached my destination of the open area, I let out my wings to full span testing their movement. I gave them a few experimental flaps before giving a strong one that lifted me a few inches off the ground. With excitement beginning to well up I bent my legs down as my wings returned to being upright. With another strong flap followed by my legs pushing off the ground, I was surprised by the height that I was able to achieve this time.

Letting the excitement reach a peak as I flapped a few times to soften my landing, I prepared for another launch. I must have been more caught up in the moment then I thought since I pushed forward instead instead of up. With the second attempt under way I let my wings stay horizontal to attempt a glide. I was in mid flight when my body locked up on me from the realization of my flight path being on a direct course to the back door. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as my excitement gave way to panic with the now inevitable collision.

'The controls aren't responding Captain, she's on a direct course!'

A split second passed followed by a loud 'BONG' resonating throughout the house. Personally I just experienced intense panic, then replaced by two parts pain and one part dizziness now mixed well in a heap at the door. Somewhere through my current situation, I was somehow able to hear about two distinct sounds that made my blood run cold. Those sounds came in the form of barking, not just any barking to me though, they were barks coming from a doberman and a beagle.

Relevant facts aside I was now pressed with about two immediate problems. The first being the rest of the house is most certainly awake, and the second would be that unless I think quick, I'm gonna have one potentially aggressive set of teeth on my hooves.

"I know this is probably not the best thing to think right now, but is there anything else that could make this possibly worse?" I asked aloud. 

Getting my answer in the form of the distinct sound of my parent's door opening, indeed the situation did get worse, as the sound of paws on wood and carpet now sounded down the hallway. My thoughts shifted into high gear as I tried to look at possible ideas of escape before that black blur of a dog reached around the corner to see me. What does it say about my ability to make quick decisions when I wound up just freezing as the familiar sight of "that dog" rounding the corner.

Left with very little to use an escape, I stood up still feeling dizzy from the crash, the feeling of being a cornered animal washing over me. It may have been the anxiety of the idea but I was terrified, normally I’d be fine as a human. Now I’m a few yards away from facing something now roughly the same size as my current form armed with sharp teeth. To make things worse is how I’ve seen, and heard this same dog react to what she thought was a real threat.

“AROOOOOO ROO ROO ROO ROO!” Was heard in and likely out of the house the moment that black doberman named Jasmine locked eyes on me.

Intense ringing of the ears followed as the onslaught of sound was then increased, as a small blur of white, brown, and black appeared on the top of the living room couch. Now a coward of a beagle I know as Spike is on his perch, making things worse on my ears. With the dizziness and pain now topped with fear, I was left with very little to do other then to lean back on what instinct I might have. Which I'm not too sure where the next thing I do came from, but my wings flared up at full span, while I bent my legs in what I can only guess to be an aggressive stance. Then in what I'm guessing to be desperation, I breathed deeply in preparation for the next moment as I shouted at the top of my lungs "JASMINE!"

Neither side had made a sound or movement, it's funny how expressive dogs faces can be sometimes. You could see it clear as day that jasmine was confused, and really I can understand. I'd be confused too if some bright and colorful thing just shouted at you in a familiar voice. The silence presented was broken up in bits due to a persistent bark from Spike, but enough to let me hear footsteps coming from down the hallway accompanied by grunts. Which reminded me of the other two inhabitants of the house, my mother and the miniature black pot belly pig known as Mr.Tweed.

To be honest, I can only wonder what this scene is doing to that poor woman's mental state. I mean really, what kind of a way is it to wake up to your dogs making a commotion? Then finding some strange brightly colored pony in your living room after hearing what sounded like a shout from what you're sure is human. Then to make things even more absurd is the first thing this woman hears from said pony is.

"Uh, hi mom."