Once upon a time, there was a young mare. This filly loved her wearing yellow hood so much, everypony started to call her Little Yellow Trotting Hood.
One day her mother told her “Your grandmother is very ill. She will need somepony to watch over her today.” Her mother handed her a basket. She told Little Yellow Trotting Hood, “These are muffins for grandma. You must promise not to eat them. I’ll make you some for when you get home.”
“Okay” she replied, and galloped off toward her grandma’s house.
Her grandma lived deep in the Everfree Forest, a place dreaded by everypony for the creatures told of in old pony tales. She had only just entered the forest when she was met by a mysterious mare, much bigger than her. “Where are you going, my dear?”
“To my grandma’s house” Little Yellow Trotting Hood replied cheerfully. Then, growing suddenly deep, said “She is quite ill and needs to be watched. This, of which, I am doing.”
“Where does your grandma live?”
“About half a mile west of Zecora’s” she said. “I’ve already traveled quite a ways.”
“You must feel very tired” the mysterious mare said. “Why don’t you rest and pick some flowers for your dear grandmother?”
“That’s a great idea.” She said. “Why did I not think of it?” she asked herself as she walked away to find a place to rest.
After a while, Little Yellow Trotting Hood started to become very hungry and dreadfully sleepy. She decided to eat one of the scrumptious looking muffins from her basket to quench her surprisingly sudden hunger. After the oh-so-delicious muffin was gulped down by Ms.Trotting Hood, her drowsiness began to take over her. I'll just take one quick nap and then I'll be back on my way, was her last thought before the intense sleepiness took over her body.
When she woke up from her nap, she saw the sun setting on the horizon. Dang it, She thought, I’ve overslept again. I’ve got to get going. She ran as fast as she could, forgeting the remaining muffins where she was resting.
By time she got to her grandma’s house, she was panting, sweating, and overall miserable. Not to mention, it was dark in the Everfree forest. This is when all the creatures would be out.
In her haste to get into her grandma’s house, she didn’t notice that the door was open before she got there, but still closed it. “Grandma…” she called.
“I’m in here, Sweetheart” called a voice from the bedroom.
“Your voice, grandma. It’s changed.” Little Yellow Trotting Hood commented.
“Why, yes. It has.” The pony in the bed replied.
“And you are so much bigger than I remember.” Little Yellow Trotting Hood observed
“I guess I could have grown.” replied the other pony.
“Oh no.” Little Yellow Trotting Hood gasped.
“What’s that, my dear?” Asked the other pony.
“I forgot the muffins I was supposed to bring you!” Little Yellow Trotting Hood exclaimed.
“I can think of another snack” said the pony as she jumped at Little Yellow Trotting Hood. It was the mare she had earlier met in the forest. The unicorn started to shoot spells at Little Yellow Trotting Hood as she galloped around the house, screaming for help.
Luckily for Little Yellow Trotting Hood, there was another pony walking around the Everfree forest that was able to hear her cries for help. This pony burst through the door, tackled the sorceress, and knocked her out, to make sure she couldn’t fire any more spells. The pony was wearing a cape, so Little Yellow Trotting Hood couldn’t tell who had saved her.
“Who is it that I should thank for saving my life?” Little Yellow Trotting Hood asked the covered pony.
“It is I,” said the pony, taking her cover, But it wasn’t a pony. It was a zebra. “ I, Zecora, heard your cries for help. For those who whelp as you, I knew there was something I could do.”
“Thank you Zecora for saving me, but where could my grandmother be?” Asked Little Yellow Trotting Hood.
They looked high and low in the house, until they came to a closet from which the heard banging. Oh no, Little Yellow Trotting Hood thought, She must be hurting herself, banging like that. She opened the closet and her grandma fell out.
“Help me untie her, Zecora.” Little Yellow Trotting Hood begged. Together they were eventually able to untie her grandma.
“Oh my gosh” grandma exclaimed as soon as she was untied. “I saw a flash, and I was in the closet.”
“Are you hurt, grandma?” Little Yellow Trotting Hood asked.
“I’m fine, but have you seen that mare before, Little Yellow Trotting Hood?”
“Actually, I have.” she told both the elders about her journey there. “I meant to take a short nap, but I lost track of time.”
“That’s fine, darling. As long as we’re all alright.”
“It is not wise to venture in the woods at this time of night.” Zecora put in, just as Little Yellow Trotting Hood was about to leave.
“What shall I do then?” Little Yellow Trotting Hood asked, “I need to get home”
“You can both stay here, then. At least until day comes.”
“Are you sure, grandma?”
“Of course I’m sure. I’d appreciate the company.”
All night they talked about their experiences, in the woods and elsewhere. Little Yellow Trotting Hood learned a lot from both adults. And when morning came, Zecora offered to take Little Yellow Trotting Hood home.
“Thank you, Zecora” Little Yellow Trotting Hood said.
“It is my duty to serve the needy, for those in the forest seem to be greedy.” Zecora responded.
As they walked through the forest, they came upon Little Yellow Trotting Hood’s basket. “Hey!” she exclaimed “This is the basket of muffins I forgot in my hurry to grandma’s."
“Then pick it up,” she said, continuing to walk, “and let’s get out of this forest.”
When Little Yellow Trotting Hood got home, she saw her mom, waiting outside for her. Her mom embraced her. When she finally let go, she asked, “Where have you been?”
“Where do I begin?” asked Little Yellow Trotting Hood, sarcastically.
“Why don’t you go take a nap.” she said, then looking to Zecora, said “Thank you, Zecora.”
“No problem. Now, if you’ll excuse, I have many things to do.” Zecora replied.
Once upon a time, when Applejack was a little filly, and her parents were still alive, the Windigos seem to have come back, and the farm isn’t doing so well. The snow and cold weather had killed all the crops, leaving the Apples poor and hungry. Not to mention the cow, the only livestock on the farm.
One day, Applejack’s mother decided it was time to trade the cow for food. “It is very important that you get some food. We could die if you don’t get the food!” she told Applejack.
“You can trust me.” said Applejack.
“You must not talk to strangers.”
“I know” she said, and left for town.
Now it just so happens that the town is 15 miles away, and there was basically a blizzard that Applejack had to go through. Halfway to the town, the little filly, now cold, tired, and miserable, in general, met a little old, wrinkly pony on the side of the road. She decided to talk to the colt. “Howdy, sir. How are you today?” she asked
“I’m just fine. In fact, I’m a bit better than you look. Why don’t you trade me your cow there for these here apple seeds.”
“That wouldn’t be a fair trade now would it?”
“Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be, but these are magic beans. They’ll grow thousands of feet tall, and produce enough beans for you, your mom and dad, and your brother, not to mention the town.”
“Hay, how’d you know I have a brother?” asked Applejack, starting to get suspicious. Whatever she thought, and accepted the deal.
“Very good choice” said the old colt, disappearing.
“You traded our cow for apple seeds!!!”
She had just got home and showed her family the beans. “But they’re magic-”
“I don’t care! Where did you get these anyways?”
“An old colt on the street. He was about halfway between here and the town.”
“You promised not to talk to strangers!” her mother yelled, throwing the seeds out of the window
“But-”
“No ‘buts’. Now go to bed, and don’t even think about coming back down for dinner”
“Yes, mama”
Applejack woke up to a lack of sunlight from the window. She looked out the it, and saw only green. She ran outside to see what it was that had obstructed her window. “Wear your boots!” called her mother “All the snow melted last night, and the fields will be muddy.”
“Ok.” she said, putting on her boots on and running outside. It was then she saw the thing that obscured her view out the window. “Oh… Mah… Goodness…” she breathed, because in front of her was the thing promised by the old colt. A giant apple tree, and it lead right to the top of a cloud.
Now knowing that usually only pegasi could stand on clouds, she was skeptical about climbing the apple tree. It’s a magic apple tree, she thought somaybe I could stand on that cloud. There is some reason for it going to that cloud, right? So, in the end, she decided to climb it.
When she got to the top to of it, she saw a giant cloud house. Like Rainbow Dash’s, but bigger. She walked into the house and saw that everything in the house was bigger than normal. She went on exploring the house when she ran into a golden harp that was playing all by itself. She grabbed it and ran down the apple tree, hoping the house owner didn’t notice her.
When she showed it to her mom, she was so delighted that she didn’t think to ask where her daughter had gotten it. they showed it to other ponies and eventually sold it. But there came a time when they, again, ran out of money. She decided to climb the tree again to see if she could grab anything else.
This time when she went, there was a giant pony in the house. so she decided to hide under the coffee table. The giant was dark blue with lighter spots. She had blueish-green eyes and a green mane with light purple highlights. She was playing delightedly with a brown hen. Her voice was higher than the orange filly expected when the giant yelled out “Lay!”. And as she said that, the hen laid a shiny golden egg.
Another voice called from the back of the house “June, time for your nap” it called, and the giant walked off towards the voice. After a few seconds, when the orange filly thought the giant was gone, she ran out from under the coffee table. She grabbed the hen and started to run towards the exit. But just then, the hen in her arms cried out, “Master, master, there is another pony in the house trying to steal me.”
Just then another giant came out and chased Applejack. She was faster in steps than the giant, but the giant covered more ground. When she got to the apple tree, she started to climb down as fast as she could. When she got to the ground, she ran for the shed and grabbed the ax they used to cut down dead trees. She ran back to the tree and started hacking at it with the ax, which, for a pony, is quite difficult and hard work.
Just as the giant was about to reach the ground, Applejack knocked out the last bit off wood. The giant made it to the ground safely, but she didn’t notice the tree toppling down wards. She started to walk over to where Applejack was but before she got there the tree fell on the giant and it laid there, unmoving.
Applejack went into the house to show her mom what she got. The hen provided the an infinite source of gold with which they could buy stuff. No one knows, other than Applejack why there was a giant pony in the fields. Nor does Applejack know what happened to the young giant. As for the Apple Family, they lived happily ever after.
Once upon a time, there were three little ponies who lived together. One of the ponies was a orange pegasus with a lavender colored mane. Her name was Scootaloo. Another was a light yellow earth pony, that had red mane that really stood out. She was called Apple Bloom. The last one was a unicorn, who had a white coat and a light purple mane with pink highlights. Her name was Sweetie Belle. One day, they grew up, decided to go find a place to live on their own.
Apple Bloom found a nice spot in the middle of Ponyville, and started making their house out of hay. It’ll keep rain out, at least, she thought, and it’s not like I can afford much else.
Sweetie Belle decided to build her house on the edge of Ponyville, and with planks instead of hay. The problem was she wasn’t much of a builder, so the foundation wasn’t very stable.she knocked it with her hoof, not too hard, but not to light either. At least it’s still standing. She thought.
Scootaloo was the smartest, even though she was a pegasus. Everyone thought she was dumb just because of her race. I’ll prove them all wrong. She thought. She built her house out of bricks and in the everfree forest, where not many ponies dared to go.
One day, a devious griffin came through Ponyville, looking for houses to wreck and stuff to steal. She stumbled across the yellow pony’s house first. Hmmm… Why would anypony build a house of such a flimsy material? She wondered. She went to knock on the door to see if she could get stuff without having to ruin the house, but when she tried to knock, the whole structure collapsed. When the dust cleared, all there was left of the house was a pile of hay. She went through the pile looking for valuables. Not finding any she left to find a place to wait for the next evening to arrive.
When Apple Bloom woke up, she found herself in a pile of hay. She was so shocked, she could barely get out of what used to be her house without hyperventilating. Oh mah goodness, who would have done this to my poor little house? She went to her friend, the white unicorn, to ask if she could stay at her house for a little while
“Of course you can” She said openly inviting her yellow friend into her house. “You can stay as long as you need”
“Oh thank you, Sweetie Belle! Ya’ll have no idea how much this means to me.”
It was the next evening, just before the sun went down, the griffin went in search of another house to ruin. At the edge of town, he found a wooden house that didn’t look very well build. Whoever built this house sucked at it. Thought the griffin, Oh well. A house is a house.
Like the first house, she tried to get the owner to come out of the house before she destroyed it. She must have forgot her last incident or thought this one was better build, because she knocked on this one, too.
Like Apple Bloom’s, it toppled inwards landing on the ponies inside it. When they woke up, they found the house on top of them. It wasn’t a first for Apple Bloom, but it came as a shock to Sweetie Belle to wake up under the remains of her house. “All my songs and lyrics were in that house!” she cried
“Don’t worry, Sweetie. We’ll fix it later, and you should be able to rewrite the songs easy. You already wrote them once.” This seemed to cheer her friend a bit as Apple Bloom slung her leg around the white mare’s neck. “Let’s go find Scoots. She’ll let us stay with her.” Sweetie Belle nodded in agreement and the walked off in the direction of Scootaloo’s new house. “Sure.” She said when they asked if they could stay. “Why wouldn’t I shelter my two best friends in a time of need.”
Later that evening, the griffin went outside in search of another house to destroy. These ponyfolk are so dumb making houses of hay and planks. Thought the griffin, The one made from planks wasn’t even built well. She was at the edge of the town and still hadn’t found a house to wreck. Guess I’ll just have to go a bit farther.
Finally, now next to the Everfree Forest, she came upon a brick house.Now that it was dark the griffin started to get scared, knowing only that some mysterious creatures lurked in ti’s shadows. This is the only house near here, and I need somewhere to stay.
She knocked on the door. No one answered. She knocked again. This time the door swung open, but no one stood in the doorway. Confused, the griffin stood at the entrance, puzzling over what was happening.
This simple lack of an action caused her downfall. Three ponies on the roof dumped cement over the griffin, totally covering her in the quickly hardening liquid. She struggled, but was not able to break loose.
The three ponies climbed down to inspect the griffin. “She looks like Discord.” said Apple Bloom
“Hopefully she doesn’t come back like him though” said Scootaloo. “Hey, Do you guys want to live with me for a while?”
“Sure” they both replied and they all lived happily ever after.
Once upon a time, there were three little ponies who lived together. One of the ponies was a orange pegasus with a lavender colored mane. Her name was Scootaloo. Another was a light yellow earth pony, that had red mane that really stood out. She was called Apple Bloom. The last one was a unicorn, who had a white coat and a light purple mane with pink highlights. Her name was Sweetie Belle. One day, they grew up, decided to go find a place to live on their own.
Apple Bloom found a nice spot in the middle of Ponyville, and started making their house out of hay. It’ll keep rain out, at least, she thought, and it’s not like I can afford much else.
Sweetie Belle decided to build her house on the edge of Ponyville, and with planks instead of hay. The problem was she wasn’t much of a builder, so the foundation wasn’t very stable.she knocked it with her hoof, not too hard, but not to light either. At least it’s still standing. She thought.
Scootaloo was the smartest, even though she was a pegasus. Everyone thought she was dumb just because of her race. I’ll prove them all wrong. She thought. She built her house out of bricks and in the everfree forest, where not many ponies dared to go.
One day, a devious griffin came through Ponyville, looking for houses to wreck and stuff to steal. She stumbled across the yellow pony’s house first. Hmmm… Why would anypony build a house of such a flimsy material? She wondered. She went to knock on the door to see if she could get stuff without having to ruin the house, but when she tried to knock, the whole structure collapsed. When the dust cleared, all there was left of the house was a pile of hay. She went through the pile looking for valuables. Not finding any she left to find a place to wait for the next evening to arrive.
When Apple Bloom woke up, she found herself in a pile of hay. She was so shocked, she could barely get out of what used to be her house without hyperventilating. Oh mah goodness, who would have done this to my poor little house? She went to her friend, the white unicorn, to ask if she could stay at her house for a little while
“Of course you can” She said openly inviting her yellow friend into her house. “You can stay as long as you need”
“Oh thank you, Sweetie Belle! Ya’ll have no idea how much this means to me.”
“No problem Apple Bloom”
It was the next evening, just before the sun went down, the griffin went in search of another house to ruin. At the edge of town, he found a wooden house that didn’t look very well build. Whoever built this house sucked at it. Thought the griffin, Oh well. A house is a house.
Like the first house, she tried to get the owner to come out of the house before she destroyed it. She must have forgot her last incident or thought this one was better build, because she knocked on this one, too.
Like Apple Bloom’s, it toppled inwards landing on the ponies inside it. When they woke up, they found the house on top of them. It wasn’t a first for Apple Bloom, but it came as a shock to Sweetie Belle to wake up under the remains of her house. “All my songs and lyrics were in that house!” she cried
“Don’t worry, Sweetie. We’ll fix it later, and you should be able to rewrite the songs easy. You already wrote them once.” This seemed to cheer her friend a bit as Apple Bloom slung her leg around the white mare’s neck. “Let’s go find Scoots. She’ll let us stay with her.” Sweetie Belle nodded in agreement and the walked off in the direction of Scootaloo’s new house. “Sure.” She said when they asked if they could stay. “Why wouldn’t I shelter my two best friends in a time of need.”
Later that evening, the griffin went outside in search of another house to destroy. These ponyfolk are so dumb making houses of hay and planks. Thought the griffin, The one made from planks wasn’t even built well. She was at the edge of the town and still hadn’t found a house to wreck. Guess I’ll just have to go a bit farther.
Finally, now next to the Everfree Forest, she came upon a brick house.Now that it was dark the griffin started to get scared, knowing only that some mysterious creatures lurked in ti’s shadows. This is the only house near here, and I need somewhere to stay.
She knocked on the door. No one answered. She knocked again. This time the door swung open, but no one stood in the doorway. Confused, the griffin stood at the entrance, puzzling over what was happening.
This simple lack of an action caused her downfall. Three ponies on the roof dumped cement over the griffin, totally covering her in the quickly hardening liquid. She struggled, but was not able to break loose.
The three pony climbed down to inspect the griffin. “She looks like Discord.” said Apple Bloom
“Hopefully she doesn’t come back like him though” said Scootaloo. “Hey, Do you guys want to live with me for a while?”
“Sure” they both replied and they all lived happily ever after.
