Chapter 1:
I stared at the two ponies inside of the box, and tried to think of a reason why this couldn't be happening. One of them looked like a baby pony, it had a pale yellow coat and a dark pink mane and tail. The baby pony had a small, pink bow in her mane. The older looking pony had an orange coat with a mane and tail the color of straw. She had, on her head, a cowboy hat. Both of them were asleep for the moment. That's when I realized that I thought I knew what was going on.
“I know! The oil they use for their fries! It must have gotten into the air somehow and I breathed it in! I always thought that there was something fishy about their oil...”
My attention was brought back to the box by the sound of the older pony sneezing. Which caused the pony in question to wake up. She slowly opened her eyes and then jumped onto her four hooves as she took in her surroundings. Her green eyes focused on me almost immediately. She was looking at me with a defiant look in her eye but she was shaking because of the cold. She stood still, not moving a single muscle, just starring at me. I starred back, wondering what to do. The little filly gave another sneeze that made her fall backwards. When she looked back at me, the look of defiance was gone, all that was left was sadness. I looked at her and pity welled up in my heart. I took a step towards the little pony and raised my hands.
“It's OK, I'm not going to hurt you.” I said.
The filly just looked at me, unsure whether she should run away or just stay where she was. I took off my jacket and took another step towards the orange pony. She flinched as she saw me come towards her with my jacket in front of me. She closed her eyes and looked away. I kept walking until I was close enough to reach out and wrap my coat around her. She opened her eyes and looked at my jacket curiously. Then she looked up at me with what looked like hope in her eyes. I smiled at her with what I hoped was an encouraging smile. I suddenly remembered that there was a second pony in the cardboard box, so I went over to it to get a better look. Inside, the baby pony was still asleep, a hoof stuck in her mouth just as a baby human would suck on it's thumb. I got down on my knees so that I could pick up the young pony more easily. I felt something brush against my side, I turned my head and saw the orange pony looking at the yellow pony curiously. I still didn't know what I was going to do with them but maybe a good first step would be to get them out of the cold. I didn't know how I would transport both ponies to my house on my bike. I could probably put in the older one in the basket that was in front of my bike.
But what about the younger one? I looked around the alley, looking for something that could help me carry the baby, without needing to hang on to it, and protect it from the cold. I started rummaging through all the trash that littered the street, the filly watching me all the while. Finally, after several minutes of searching, I found something that I could use. I was an old shoulder bag that was covered in dust and smelled like cats. It may not have been perfect, but at least it didn't have any holes. All I had to do was place the baby pony inside and slide my arms through the holes. The opening of the bag would be facing me, so little wind would get in but the pony would still be able to breath. I moved back towards the box and knelt again. I reached out towards the filly baby and gently lifted her out of the box to place her in the shoulder bag. I got back to my feet and started heading for my bike. I heard the gentle clopping of hooves on the street and new that the older one was following me.
I unlocked my bike and put down the bag so that I could pick up the other pony and put her in the basket. I bent down and reached out for the orange filly but she took a step back, a look in her eyes that clearly showed she didn't trust me quite that much yet.
“It's OK.” I said in the calmest and most reassuring voice I could. “I'm just going to bring you back to my place where it's warmer then it is here.”
I don't know whether she actually understood anything I had just said, but she took a few hesitant steps back towards me. Maybe it was just the tone of my voice that convinced her that I wouldn't harm her. I picked her up and placed her in the basket. I told her to stay in the basket, hoping that she would understand what I was saying, and bent down to pick up the shoulder bag. I slipped it on, climbed onto my bike and started pedaling. As we rode, the orange filly was looking at every building and street lamp that we passed with a smile on her face. It was the first time I had seen her smile ever. I couldn't help but smile too, and I kept on smiling as we crossed the sleeping town.