I’m a Pegasus pony called Flying Fiddler, but I like be called only Fiddler. Why not use my full name? I’ll tell you. I have a deficiency, my wings are bigger than the size for a normal pegasus, and because of that, I couldn’t learn how to fly when I was a small colt. Other ponies just pointed at me and laughed saying:
“Look! A Pegasus who can’t fly! Look how dumb he is!”
Since I acknowledge myself as a Pegasus, I lived in an orphanage, and because of my shyness or fear to be hurt one more time, I didn’t make many friends, actually, my friends were Autumn Prince, a Pegasus who I liked to call “brother in hoof”; he was a bit taller than me, his fur is a little bit orange (a transition between yellow and orange), his mane and tail is red, and his cutie mark is an dry leaf and the other one was the mare who took care of the ponies in the orphanage, Sweetie Honey, or how we called her, Aunt Honny.
And since I was a little colt, I really loved to listen classical music, especially the ones with a violin. When I had 5 years old, I've got, in my birthday, a violin, and when I took it from the box, I decided try play it, and without any class or a teacher, I started to play “happy birthday”, and I felt something. I felt that was my destiny. Music. Music was what I was born for, not to take care about the weather or do something in the air, but stay in the ground and play.
“Hey you got your cutie mark!” Autumn Prince said to me, so I looked to my flank, and there was: my brand new cutie mark. The drawing is the F-holes and two musical notes.
Myself and Autumn Prince always liked to talk about the life outside the orphanage, and near my 9-10 year, mostly about the fillies. I always had a crush on Rainbow Dash, and Prince on Dash’s best friend, Applejack. I always thought to myself ‘Dashie never will date me… there are a lot of awesome pegasi… Pegasi who know how to fly at least’.
Well… I was wrong.