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// Chapter One: Arrival  
// Story: My Little Ponies 
// by moench123 
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Saturday, 21 of April. Brother is out doing something for the weekend so the house is mine, last time it was like this was when my dad died and I was alone for a while. I went out for parkour then I saw a light in the back of the abandoned park I live near. I went to look and I was thinking, is this like “My little Dashie”? Will I find a filly Rainbow Dash? I remembered the ending, how I cried so much. I didn’t want that to happen in real life. I ignored if for a moment, and then I heard a sound from over there. I decided to go Daring Do and explore the light flash. As I walked closer I saw some sort of smoke, but it was a purplish color, like a smoke grenade had some food coloring in it. I walked closer and I saw some colors, like Rainbow’s mane, or Applejack’s tail. I put my long hair into a ponytail so if I had to run, I could see where I am going when I do. The smoke started to clear out a little bit and I got a closer look. It was just like “My little Dashie”, but it was more than just a Rainbow Dash filly, it was the mane 6 from the show, all fillies. I couldn’t help to smile and say “d’aww” to myself. I walk closer, just like on “my little dashie” but I didn’t kneel down to it. Instead they sorta looked at me and smiled to see me. Rarity was still asleep. They where in a small fort, as if some one had made it to get away from family or to hang out with friends. I pulled of the branches and let their eyes switch to the sunlight. They must be very small, and very young. They couldn’t speak or anything. They sat there staring at me and are sorta scared out of their minds. I made the shelter stronger so no one can get in; I put a roof on it made from a jacket I found while doing parkour. 

“Sleep tight” I say, “I’ll be back tomorrow to get you, I need to make some space for you,” they somehow understood me and sorta bobbed their heads in agreement. I walk home; clear out a section in the basement, then I think to myself with a cup of tea in my hands. “This can’t be happening. I mean, my little dashie was just sad, but fake. I mean, Rainbow was like a daughter to that guy. It was hard enough for him to take care of one pony; I need to take care of 6! My brother never wants to do anything with me so I don’t think he’ll care if I’m downstairs talking to ponies. He hates me enough from watching the show. Wait, I can’t be thinking about my brother when they are out there in the cold. They could die if they don’t get to shelter.” I put down my cup of tea and I get on my bike and I ride as fast I can to the park. I grabbed a box and put a battery powered blanket… thing in it. But I could use it to keep them warm as I’m speeding down the road. Thankfully they are still there, shivering, asleep and there. I pull of the roof, then the wood. They I try to pick them up, they wake up instantly. Of course, just like in the story, they squirm around but I catch them, put them in the box, shut the lid (with holes in the top) and I start to ride home. I almost missed my road because I was looking at the box because they seemed to quiet down and went back to sleep. I walk into the house, down the stairs and I place the box down in the open area. They were still asleep. I needed some to. I whisper good night to them and I walk up the stairs to go to sleep.