Just as after John found a strange filly in the desert. He took her back to his house safe. Next day when John was barley awake on his couch. He heard the television turned on in the living where he's at. All he can hear is someone talking in the movie. John woke up, and saw the little baby filly sitting on the floor, and was watching one scene from Dirty Harry where one man was talking to one random person.
"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?"
And that moment where that cop said "well, do ya punk?" The Little filly spoke her first word saying punk.
She kept saying the word punk for excitement while she's watching the movie. John couldn't believe to himself that a little filly can speak for the first time. Normally animals don't talk in the real world. But with that little baby filly from another world, she's different from the other creatures in this world. John was on his feet, where the little filly notice John was up. She ran and jumped on John down on the floor.
After that fall the little filly was on Johns stomach was jumping on him a little hard. John was laughing, while he was said to the little one." OK OK.(laughing while in pain) that's enough jumping for one day."
John hold the little filly's hips, while he was getting up on his feet. John was looking at the little filly while she spoke with her little cute voice "Punk"
He chuckled a little every time he hears the little filly saying that word. Later that day when John was making food for The little baby filly, John thought of himself giving the little one a name since she is special.Then suddenly when John turned around, he saw the little Filly making her fork float in the air. John dropped his glass of orange juice were way wide open as he saw what shes doing. Its like shes using a fork like shes flying a plane. But It didn't end there, She made John float in the air. Johns feet was off ground, he was trying to grab something to keep himself stay on the ground. But he was high in the air and the little filly was using John as he was a super hero.
John tries to tell the little one to put himself down, but she didn't understand, and she still having fun with John. Then the little filly got off the chair and she ran around the house with John, where she is still using him as a rag doll. She was making him fly every where around the house without him crashing into those walls around.
Once she was done playing superman, she put John down slowly on the ground. Finally John laid down on the ground exhausted, and tired from being lifted up in the air and being someponys child's play. The little filly went up to John when she was jumping around him saying the word punk over and over again. John didn't what to do how to control the little filly, and her gifted powers.
Later that night when the little baby filly was about to passed out on the couch. John was cleaning up the mess that the little filly made earlier ago. When he started to look at the little filly sleeping on the couch. John thinks he knows what to name her now. "I think I'm call her...Anna." He doesn't know why, but the fits her looks. He wrap the blankets around her, and puts a soft pillow where her head is comfortable rest on. He went to sleep on the other side of the couch in case she has nightmares. When something troubles her in her sleep, John is always there for her, and will never abandon her.
Months has passed, and its almost winter. John was really getting get to used of parenting, he replace the guest bed room into the little filly's room, where he brought her some toys, a TV, and her own bean gag chair. He even taught the little filly to behave, to talk correctly, but the most important thing. He taught her to control of her powers.
He didn't know much about magic, but he tries his best to help her understand to control the magic within her. Her mind, her body, and probably her horn. She was getting used to her powers, she was learning her powers from TV shows, and movies. Usually when she was going to sleep, she tries to learn to concentrate her powers, and focus to turn this teddy bear into something else where, she read a story where a handsome prince was turned into a beast.
So she decided to test it out on her teddy bear. She focused her power with her horn, she thought of what to turn her teddy bear into. Probably a real baby bear. she concentrate, she thinks about happy thoughts, like her dad John, And all the times they had together.Then she cast her spell on to her teddy bear, and begin the transformation.
Until finally The Teddy's form was turned into a real cub. A baby cub was walking on all four around the room, and sniffs on the floor like all bears do. The little filly was very happy, and proud of her own magic work. The little cub went up the the little filly and started to look at her, while he was sniffing on her face. The little filly was laughing hysterically, because her face is ticklish. Then she hold the cub carefully like John holds her as she was a baby, and begins to hug the little cub. But not all things can last for ever. she saw something glowing on baby cub. It was like an aurora turn this cub back to an ordinary Teddy bear. Once a cub turning back to its old form,she became sad.
Because not only that magic would work. but she saw her own bear come to life that only last a minute. Her tears begin to shed, she held her teddy when she began to lay down on her bed, and she begins close her eyes and starts to dream of happy things, and start a new day again.
There's a saying in the Shakespeare poem saying
" Be not afeard: the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,
That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd,
I cried to dream again.