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// Chapter 5 
// Story: The True Story of Vanilla Beam 
// by VanillaBeam 
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Chapter 5


After two months passed with living my new tiny life, constantly avoiding the carnivorous bugs and stuck with the plant eaters, I started to get use to it. I even got my cutie mark while I was small! Okay, so here's how it happened:

When I lived in Baltimare, I absolutly LOVED martial arts movies. My favorite was "Enter the Dragon". I loved the action, the weapons, and the overall atmosphere that left you on the edge of your seat with every scene. I spent everyday trying to study it, but as you all know, I'm a cluts, so I never could perfect it.

One day, one of the ants I became friends with was attacked by a HUGE scorpion. I had to help him, he was my only friend at the time. I ran up to the scorpion, hopped in the air, and kicked his eyes. It shrieked a lot shriek, but I didn't stop there. I found a thorn from a rose, and used it as a throwing star. It hit smack dab in the middle of it, and it died a few minutes later.

After a brief hug with my buddy, I looked at my flank, and there it was. It was a throwing star, with cross swords behind it. It was an AWESOME cutie mark. At that point, I loved being small. I got my cutie mark, a friend, and all in all, no pony has treded through the grass yet.

That all changed though one day.

I was trotting through the grass with my ant, and we were just looking for food. When the ground started rumbling. It casually grew bigger and bigger, but something seemed off. If a pony was trotting through, it would've went *BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM*. But this was a very long booming. I had to climb a grass blade to see what was causing it.......... it still haunts my nightmares.

A pony was mowing the grass.

Me and my ant ran for our tiny lives. We figured she was mowing in a pattern, and we could get away. But she was mowing in different directions. We could've been chewed up anytime. We even had a few REAL close calls. They pony was a sort of cyan pegasus, and she was flying, so at least she wasn't stomping behind it. But it also meant she was going faster. The sounds of the blades chopping the tree-like grass was loud.

Then it came charging at us, and we had no where to go. I didn't want to leave ant, and I know he didn't want to see dead. That's why he pushed me away, and sacrificed himself to the blades of the mower. The force of the wind of the mower blew me away from that spot, and landed me ontop of a spider web.

I couldn't cry for my lost friend at the moment, for the keeper of the web was still at home, and helooked hungry. I struggled and tugged and pulled, but couldn't escape. The spider drew closer and closer until I could practically see the saliva pertruding from it's pinchers. I then remembered my cutie mark, and why I got it. I used all of my strength to kick the spider in three of it's eight eyes. It too shrieked, and backed off, leaving with enough time to escape the web, and trot away.

As I trotted away, I began to cry, for I was all alone again. I knew my only friend was just killed, and I now had to continue my journey as a tiny pony alone again. I eventually saw a trail for a regular pony, and just decided to trot out there. Maybe some pony would've seen me, or if not, just squished me and ended my misery there without even knowing I was there.

But being I'm the one telling this story about me, I'm not dead yet.