A Cool Arrival
“Fluttershy!” A bubbly voice yelled from outside the cottage. “You have a package!”
“Umm, one moment.” Fluttershy squeaked as she put down the watermelon and headed to the door. She cracked it open slightly and gave a sigh of relief as she saw the friendly mailmare standing on the other side. Beside her sat a large brown box, easily twice as tall as the gray pegasus. “Um...hi, Derpy.” Fluttershy said in a near inaudible whisper.
“Package for you,” Derpy said, pulling out a clipboard. “Just sign here, and I’ll be off!” She extended a wing, happily waiting for Fluttershy’s signature.
“Oh, okay. Um, may I ask what it is? Um, if that’s okay with you.”
“Actually, It’s a...uh...I don’t know!” Derpy answered enthusiastically. She slipped the clipboard back into her saddlebag and gave a face-splitting grin.
“Oh, um, thanks anyway.” Fluttershy returned the smile awkwardly. Derpy gave a salute before taking off into the cloudy sky. Fluttershy walked around the large box, looking for anything that might indicate what was inside. She was scratching her head when a familiar voice came back.
“Oh wait, I almost forgot! This came with that big box!” Derpy shouted as she dropped a mysterious envelope, sending it twirling to the ground. Fluttershy gasped and took off towards the falling letter, not wanting it to fall into the creek nearby. She caught the letter mere inches before it was sent to a watery grave amongst the lily pads. Breathing quite heavily, she turned to give a half-hearted wave to Derpy as the bubbly mare flew off into the distance.
Fluttershy tore the side off of the letter as she walked back up to the box. Carefully unfolding the single page, she read the scrawled note.
CONGRATULATIONS!
YOU WON A NEW FRIDGE!
“Won a fridge?” Fluttershy mumbled, stepping past the package. “Like from a contest?” She turned back to face the massive brown box, wondering when she had entered a contest. “Angel? Did you enter a drawing recently?” The little white bunny hopped to her side and glared.
“Sorry,” Fluttershy gave a sheepish smile. “It’s just that, well, there’s a refrigerator here, and apparently I won it.” She looked back up to the package, and sighed. “Oh well. Let’s just take it inside.” Angel looked at the door, back at the box, back at the door again, and then at Fluttershy. He thumped his foot on the ground impatiently, as if trying to tell her something. “What?” Fluttershy asked as she glanced around. “You want a salad?” Angel rolled his eyes and tapped the box.
“Oh!” There was an audible click as Fluttershy suddenly understood. “Yea, that might be a problem. How do we get it inside?” She looked around, a part of her hoping that someone would magically appear to help her in her predicament.
“I think I know someone who might be able to help,” She said, and turned to look at Angel.
What seemed like hours later, the little white blur came running through the front door
“Is he coming?” Fluttershy asked as the bunny approached at practically light speed. No sooner had she asked the question a large bear poked his head into the small home with a questioning look on his face.
“Oh! Hello there, Mr. Bearington.” She said in a relieved tone. “I need your help moving that huge box outside into the house, you know, if it’s not too much trouble or anything.” At this, Mr. Bearington turned around to inspect the large box. He stood in silence, eyeing the box up and down. He seemed as though he were deep in thought, as if he were devising some genius plan to get it inside. After a few moments had passed, he walked to the side of the box opposite the door and, while standing on his hind legs, he took a deep breath, and in one swift motion he smacked the side of the box, sending it sliding in through the front door. It nearly took out Angel as it slid into the room at breakneck speeds, stopping only when it hit the far wall with a loud thump. A tremor was sent throughout the small home, knocking nearly everything, including Fluttershy over.
Once the dust had settled, the cottage appeared to have been hit by some sort of storm. Mr. Bearington was nowhere to be found, funnily enough.
“Oh my!” Fluttershy squeaked as she shakily stood up to see what had befallen her home. Angel bunny crawled out from under a flowerpot that had fallen over on him.
“I’ve had this fridge no longer than an hour and it’s already causing me trouble.” She said in a slightly annoyed tone. “May as well get it out of this box then. Angel, could you bring bring me something to cut the box with?” Angel hopped away up the stairs and returned with a strangely large knife that had hints of more adverse uses than cutting open boxes.
“Oh, thank you Angel,” Fluttershy said as she took the knife from him. After a few moments of struggling, Fluttershy managed to free the fridge from its cardboard prison, revealing a shiny white box underneath.
“Oh, look, Angel! It’s a Neightag!” Fluttershy noticed, smiling as she set the knife down next to Angel, who snatched it up and proceeded to take it back. “Oh my, it’s got one of these plug-type things. I don’t know if I have one of those here.” She said, looking around the room for an outlet. After a moment, to her surprise, she found one near the window where the fridge had come to a halt after practically flying through the door.
“Aha! Here we go!” Fluttershy exclaimed as she inserted the plug into the outlet. “Now let’s see is there some kind of power but-” she was cut off by the sound of electrical components humming from within the fridge. “Oh, well I guess that answers my question.” As she inspected the fantasmical chilling device, she couldn’t help but feel like something as slightly off about the whole situation. Aside from a refrigerator randomly being dropped off at her doorstep of course.
“Angel, I’m not too sure about this fridge. I can’t put my hoof on it, but something just doesn’t feel right.” She said as she looked down at Angel, who didn’t seem to share the same interest in the matter. “Oh well, It’s getting kinda late anyway, may as well figure out the mystery behind this thing tomorrow.” Fluttershy said through a rather large yawn.
After taking the bits of shredded box to the trash Fluttershy took one last inquisitive look at the fridge before turning out the lights and heading up the stairs to her room. As she entered her room, she took one last glance down the hall before forcing herself to take her mind off it.
“Oh come on, Fluttershy, get a hold of yourself. You need to stop being such a worrywart. You can deal with the situation tomorrow.” And with that Fluttershy flopped herself onto her bed with an audible thump, falling fast asleep.
Sometime later back downstairs where the fridge sat humming to itself in the darkness, the sound of buzzing emanated from the electrical components and a yawn seemed to escape...