Rawlings stared at the unicorn, which also was staring at him. His pistol still raised, he yelled at it,"Go away. Shoo , shoo!" "Why should I'' asked the unicorn.it sounded like a female. "What the ", yelled Rawlings, jumping backwards a few feet. "You can talk", he asked, surprised and a little weirded out. " Every pony can talk", she said as if it were obvious. That's when a thought crossed Rawlings mind. 'She can't be real', he thought, holstering his gun. 'I must have just hit my head on my plane when I crashed'. As he turned to walk away, the unicorn called out. "Hey mister, don't you want this" she said, holding up a picture of his girlfriend from back in the United States. He ran up to it, snatched away the picture and dashed off into the forest.
After finding a decent sized tree branch, which Rawlings originally intended to use as a lookout point so he could spot any enemy troops, he realized how tired he was. So he decided to get some sleep. Yet his sleep was disturbed by haunting dreams. During his dream, he was on a regular scouting flyby, when the Germans shot at him and his squadron with flak fire. His best friend was blown apart by one of the blasts. Then his own aircraft was hit. His dream self drew his pistol, put it to his temple, and pulled the trigger.
Rawlings woke with a start as his dream ended. His heart must have been beating at a million miles per hour. Taking in a few deep breaths of the cool night air, he hopped down from the tree. Making sure no one was around, he proceeded to head north, at least, he hoped it was north. After a half hour of walking, he heard something in the nearby plants."Shh, it'll hear you", he heard something whisper. Rawlings face-palmed. "Come out. I know your over there", he said. Three filly ponies stepped out of the bushes. One was a regular pony, who was light yellow with a red mane and a hair bow, one was a white unicorn with a purple mane, and the third one was a orange Pegasus with a dark purple mane. "Why were you following me?", asked Rawlings. The Pegasus spoke up. "Twilight sparkle told Applejack that she saw a strange ape thing in the woods near a big smoking thing. So we came to look for you. What are you anyway?" Rawlings sighed. ''First of all, you should not be out at his time of night, especially in the woods. Second, what if I had tried to kill you. You shouldn't go after a creature that you don't know. And third, to answer your question, I'm a human." He noticed he was beginning to sound like his mother during the lecture. "Now, go home", he commanded them. They left, giggling about how his species name sounded. Walking deeper into the forest, he sat down under a oak tree and tried to get some sleep. His sleep was undisturbed.
When Rawlings awoke, the sun had risen. Chirps of birds and the calls of the wildlife could be heard from every direction. He stood up and stretched his muscles. By now, most head injuries would have worn off. Rawlings pondered his situation,but he could only come up with two other possible explanations for it. He was either (A). Dead, or (B).in another universe. He decided to go with the second one, since he had a few cuts and bruises when he had emerged from the plane. 'Wow. Talking ponies, unicorns, and pegasi. Who would have thought it was possible', he thought. After a few minutes of walking, he began to feel thirsty. Looking around the trees and plants, he saw a small stream. Walking over to it, he cupped his hands and drank as much water as he could and slashing it on his face. Now he faced another dilemma. His stomach growled, reminding him that he needed to find food. He noticed a few fish were swimming in the sparkling water, but they were to small to have much nutritional value. That was when he spotted what appeared to be an apple orchard. Hoping the place was temporarily abandoned, Rawlings ran to the nearest tree he could find. He began filling an old sack on the ground. Right as he plopped the last apple in, an orange pony with a yellow mane and a cowboy hat ran towards him. "Nobody steals mah apples!', she yelled at him. He ran away as fast as he could. When the pony began catching up to him, he did the first thing that came to mind. Drawing his pistol, he turned around and fired three shots at the pony. The first two missed, but the third one hit it square in the shoulder. She screamed in pain as blood poured from the wound. Rawlings ran back into the woods as fast as he could, realizing the severity of what he had done.