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Chapter 1
Today, I had gone to school as usual. I did the same things I've done for the last few months: learning, eating lunch, working on homework, and saying "Hello" to all the nice teachers. After school, I just felt very tired and wanted to go home right away. It's almost summer vacation, so I guess that's something to look forward to. Still, who can I spend it with?

I stay in my room on most days. When I’m bored, upset, hear my parents fighting, or see my brothers watch something I honestly didn’t care about watching, that’s where I’ll go. I guess that’s partially the reason why I don’t talk to anyone anymore, but that’s also where I have more concentration on my homework or art work for that matter.

Today, however, I felt like taking a walk to a creek about half a mile west of my house. I go down there sometimes when I feel like getting away from my problems. My mom said it was okay for me to go alone, so that’s what I did. Today seemed like a nice day for a walk, anyway.

As I passed by some of the houses in my neighborhood, I noticed that the yards were bare, besides all the trees and plants; no one was outside. Not even one car drove passed me as I continued my way up the curving road. Then again, that was common for me around here. I lived out in the countryside, and nothing really special has happened here since my 18-year-old brother’s graduation.

It was about four-fifteen in the afternoon when I reached a bridge that ran over the creek. I walked across it and jumped over the railing which had a small path behind it. I followed until I made it under the bridge. There's a small sandy area under one side of the bridge. I walked halfway across the sand before stopping to look at my reflection in the wide strip of water.

At first, the only thing I could see was a blurred reflection of me, nothing else. It made me think of how blurry my life seems. Some people, like my mom, say I’m special (which I do believe); but in my head, I still feel different. I don’t do most things everyone else in my school does: hang out, play sports, watch ridiculous videos of people showing off, or anything else. At home, I pretty much avoid my family (excluding weekends, supper, family outings, or the likes). Sometimes, I wish a miracle would come and help me through my current struggles.

I’m dazed at this point before I look back into the blurry reflection in the water. Suddenly, I heard a small voice crying nearby. I lifted my head up and turned my head every which way to see what was making that noise. No one in my neighborhood comes under the bridge besides me and my brothers, so I had no idea whose voice it belonged to. I decided to investigate and walked toward the other side of the bridge.

When I quickly looked around a tree leaning next to the river to see what it was, I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or seeing my imagination; but there, sitting right next to the tree, were two, small, cartoon ponies. I was shocked with disbelief and astonishment. What was more surprising is that I knew just what they were. One had a red body and a mane and tail in two shades of blue, and the other was light green and had a forest-green mane and tail; they were the same ponies that I have imagined about ever since I started watching My Little Pony. However, one thing seemed odd: they were very young and smaller than I pictured them (about five years old, maybe).

The first thought that ran through my mind (besides “Red and April here?!”) is “How in the world did they get here?! Why are they even here?” There wasn’t any natural or artificial way on how they would be here. Despite the confusion, I felt so amazed and joyful to see them here in my world. I guess that was a kind of feeling bronies would have if this, or anything like it, ever happened.

A twig suddenly snapped underneath my feet. The little green pony turned its head to make direct eye contact with mine. It soon got scared and bumped into the red and blue pony, who also got scared when it saw me. I guess I could understand why they were scared of me. They were very young, after all. They got back up on their feet and tried to run under the bridge to get away from me.

"Hey, wait!" I cried, "I won't hurt you two!"

They didn’t respond to what I had said. They just kept on running. In a moment, they were nowhere in sight. Another moment after, I sighed and returned to my reflection in the water. I sat near the wide strip of water, thinking of what I just saw... or what I thought I just saw. At first, I thought I had just imagined seeing them. As minute passed, however, I began to wonder how I was able to see them in my world and out of my imagination.

Then, I heard something walking towards me as I sat still on the moist sand. My eyes slowly glanced toward my right to see the little ponies slowly approach me. Their big, round eyes looked up at me while their faces wore very curious expressions. I didn't move; I just sat there and stared right back at them, thinking of what to say. They didn't look like they could talk. I didn't know what to say or what to do, but I had to start somewhere.

“Hi there,” I began, “Um, how did you two get here?”

They didn't say anything; they just looked at me motionless. I guess they have never seen a creature like me before. Then again, I'm probably the only creature they've seen in this world.

I leaned closer to them as I held out my right hand to try and pet them on the head. I get the initial response I expected: fear. They backed away from me and sat at a distance. They still seemed scared of me.

I spoke more softly and said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you two." Then, an idea popped into my head: I continued, "Do you two like friends? I'm looking for some new friends. I can be your friend if you want." I don't know how, but as I spoke those words, they seemed to have calmed down as they smiled at me.

I slowly reached my hand out farther to touch their heads. They still felt nervous, and so was I. I was about to place my hand on two fictional ponies, and I had no idea how it would affect me. Despite that, however, I gently placed my hand on the little green filly and stroked her mane. She seemed to like it as I continued to pet her. I suddenly felt a jolt of joy running through every system in my body which grew as I began to pet the red colt on his head. He liked that, too.

It was then in that moment that I realized a new friendship was born between me and these sweet little ponies.
The rest of the afternoon was spent under that bridge. The little ponies soon started playing, splashing, and running in the strip of water. I watched them from the small, sandy shore at a close distance making sure they didn't go over to the deep side of the water or get spotted by any passing cars. I laughed so much when they splashed each other and me, and they seemed to have had so much fun. I haven't felt like this for a while, but I felt so joyful as I watched them have so much fun in the water.

It was around six o'clock when I decided to head back home. The ponies had stopped playing in the shallow water, but I could tell they wanted to have some more fun. They suddenly noticed I was making my way back up to the bridge, so they followed me. As I hopped over the rail, I saw the ponies run towards me. They were wondering where I was going. "Hey," I said, "What's the matter?" They looked at me with very curious looks. In that moment, I knew they wanted to come with me.

I honestly wanted to take them with me, but I was afraid of what my parents would say if I brought two cartoon ponies to the house with me. There wasn't much I could really do. I figured someone could possibly be looking for them. Then again, who in this neighborhood would lose two cartoon ponies? Still, the only thing I can do is promise them I’d be back the next day.

I walked back to them, knelt down on my sand-covered knees, and explained, “I’m sorry, but I have to go now. My mom might be worried about where I am. You two stay here, okay? I’ll be back tomorrow. We can play some more then. Sound good?”

They didn’t respond; they just continued to stare at me confusingly.

Without saying anything else, I got back up on my feet and started to walk back home. A moment after I started walking, I heard the sound of hooves following me. I turned back to see the young ponies following me. “Stay here,” I repeated, “I’ll be back soon.” I start to resume my walk, checking behind my back a few times to make sure the ponies didn’t follow me any further. They stood in one place as I walked farther away from their sights.

I feel really bad for leaving them behind. I kept thinking about them as I walked away with a couple of tears in my eyes. Thing is, I have this sudden feeling that they will need me. It wasn’t until later that night that I realized how true that was.
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Chapter 2
The sounds of rumbling thunder filled the dark sky. Rain started to pour down hard. There was a storm early that night. I couldn’t go to sleep right away. I kept looking outside the windows in the porch, witnessing the stormy atmosphere outside. I’m not worried about the thunder and lightning; I’ve already dealt with that fear a long time ago. Still, I was worried about the ponies I met earlier that day. I didn’t hear about the storm coming, and I wondered if they were scared about it. Actually, I’m sure they were.

At first, I thought there wasn’t much I could do. I couldn’t just bring them home, or else my family might freak out about cartoon animals wandering around our house. Yet, I have this sudden urge to go out and look for them. I do hope they'll be okay.

Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head calling my name. At first, I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but as it got clearer, it spoke to me, "Please listen, you must do what is right in your heart. The young ponies need you. They have no one else to be with and no place to go. Please, you must save them before it's too late." I shook my head in astonishment after hearing that unfamiliar, yet familiar, voice. Whose voice was that? I knew I heard it somewhere before, but where? And do the ponies really need me? After some critical thinking, I came to a final decision: I had to go back out to the creek and find those ponies.

When everyone else left to bed, I got my raincoat, backpack, a towel, and a flashlight and went outside to grab my bike, and then I started heading back to the creek. Just like before, no vehicles or people were on the road or outside. There was only me and the forces of nature, which were trying to push me back. I kept biking up the road, hoping the young ponies were still at the same place and all right.

When I arrived at the creek, I could barely see a speck of light. I reached into my backpack for the flashlight, brought it out, and turned it on. I quickly browsed the top of the bridge to see if they noticed me coming. There wasn't an animal in sight. I start calling out for them, "Red! April! Where are you?" There wasn't any sound of ponies; only the sound of thunder. The lightning kept flashing in the dark night sky as it lit up my surroundings. "Red? April?" I cried. There was still no response.

I then shined the light on the end of the railing where the path I used earlier lead down under the bridge. I rushed over and pounced over it. I then headed down the path to the sandy spot under the bridge. I shined my light to see if anything was down there, and sure enough, I saw the two little ponies huddled together near the wall. They definitely seemed scared of the storm; they were shaking and whimpering to the instant flashes of lightning and the loud, rumbling sounds of thunder. They got even more scared when I shined the light from the flashlight onto them.

I walked over to them and knelt down gently, setting the flashlight on the sandy, dry surface. They still felt spooked and squirmed closer to the wall. "Hey, hey, it's all right," I said softly, "It's me, you're friend." They slowly looked up to see if it was really me. I smiled as they started to calm down.

They still continued to shiver, not just because of the storm, but also because they were a little wet from the rain. I guess they were looking for me when the storm started. I reached into my backpack to grab the towel I brought along. I held it out for the ponies to see it and said, “Here, this will help you dry up.” I gently laid it over the ponies’ bodies and tucked the edges under their hooves. They eventually stopped shivering and liked how warm and dry the towel was. They glanced back up and smiled at me.

Lightning suddenly continued to flash all around us. The ponies went back to shivering in fear. I couldn’t stand to see them so scared this way. I had to find them a place that was a lot safer, warmer, and more comfortable. At that moment, I knew right now was the best time to take them home with me. I slowly tried to pick them up, keeping them wrapped up in the towel, so if I do happen to pass one of my neighbors, they wouldn’t notice them. They started squirming a little with worried looks on their faces again.

“Don't worry, I won't hurt you,” I explained, trying to calm them down, “You two need a safer place to sleep; I can take you somewhere safer and warmer.” I don’t know how, but I believe that did the trick. Their eyes went back to their normal size, and after adjusting themselves in the towel, they soon fell asleep peacefully in my arms. My heart was beating rapidly as I watched them sleep in my arms. A few seconds later, I carefully placed them in my backpack, leaving the top open for air, covered it with my raincoat, ran back up to my bike, and started biking home as quickly as possible.

The storm started to die down. The lightning dimed, the thunder began to silence, and the rain decreased to smaller drops of water. All the way back, the ponies slept inside of my backpack. I was glad the storm was lighting up, or else the ponies would be so scared and might jump out of my bag and fall onto the road.

When I arrived at my house, nobody seemed to be awake. I reached for the kitchen light switch and flicked it on. The ponies instantly woke up from their sleep due to the bright light lighting up the kitchen. I let the little ponies out of my bag so I could look for food in the fridge for them to eat. While I did, they started exploring their new surroundings (which were the kitchen, dining room, and living room) for about five minutes. They couldn’t climb the stairs to the bedrooms, but that was a good thing for me. I didn’t want them to go wandering into my parents’ bedroom or my mother's office.

After I fed them some baby carrots and cheese, which they really enjoyed, I brought them upstairs to my room. My older brother Cody shared the room with me, but he was asleep at the time. I had to watch them as they explored my room in case if my brother woke up suddenly. When they got tired from exploring, I set them up on top of my bed and watched them find a comfy spot to sleep on. Then, like before, they nuzzled together, closed their large, cute eyes, and fell soundly asleep.

Seeing them sleep peacefully made my heart explode – twice!

Then, I remembered that somehow I would have to tell my family all about my new friends. For now, I could only hope that this was real.
I couldn’t help but think of how to handle the situation at this point. As far as I know, these little ponies are all by themselves with no food or home. None of my friends know that I’m a brony, and I didn’t want them to be sent to an animal shelter or a science lab of some kind. Honestly, I can only do one thing: I had to keep them home with me. I knew I’d have to explain all this to my parents, but right now, I barely thought about it. These ponies had no idea who I was, where they were, or anything else for that matter. In a word, they were lost—more than I am.

I couldn’t fall asleep for half of the night. I was so lost in my thoughts. I knew that if I fell asleep I’d wake up finding out that they’re gone. It would only be a dream; one that I’d never want to wake up from. I was only with them for less than a day, but I've become so fond with them that I didn't want them to leave me. All I could do was lie on my bed awake and listen to my brother sleeping. Right now, I was scared.

Then, I felt something small rub up my body. I looked down to see my two pony friends staring at me with worrying looks on their faces. At that moment, I knew they were scared, too.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. Knowing how young they were, they probably had a horrible nightmare of some kind, which seemed most likely. “It’s okay,” I said as I tried to calm them, “you can sleep by me if you want.”

That was exactly what they did: they slowly walked toward me, lied down next to me, and fell asleep like they did earlier. As I slowly stroked their manes, I realized how real this was. They seemed to have sparked my feelings of hope and joy, among other things. It was like they suddenly came to depend on me. Right now, nothing else seemed to have mattered to me. All of my sorrow and my troubled mind go unnoticed. I could only feel great elation and joy as I slowly fell asleep with them beside me on my bed.
They are here, they’re real, and right now, they’re my little ponies.
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Chapter 1
Today, I had gone to school as usual. I did the same things I've done for the last few months: learning, eating lunch, working on homework, and saying "Hello" to all the nice teachers. After school, I just felt very tired and wanted to go home right away. It's almost summer vacation, so I guess that's something to look forward to. Still, who can I spend it with?

I stay in my room on most days. When I’m bored, upset, hear my parents fighting, or see my brothers watch something I honestly didn’t care about watching, that’s where I’ll go. I guess that’s partially the reason why I don’t talk to anyone anymore, but that’s also where I have more concentration on my homework or art work for that matter.

Today, however, I felt like taking a walk to a creek about half a mile west of my house. I go down there sometimes when I feel like getting away from my problems. My mom said it was okay for me to go alone, so that’s what I did. Today seemed like a nice day for a walk, anyway.

As I passed by some of the houses in my neighborhood, I noticed that the yards were bare, besides all the trees and plants; no one was outside. Not even one car drove passed me as I continued my way up the curving road. Then again, that was common for me around here. I lived out in the countryside, and nothing really special has happened here since my 18-year-old brother’s graduation.

It was about four-fifteen in the afternoon when I reached a bridge that ran over the creek. I walked across it and jumped over the railing which had a small path behind it. I followed until I made it under the bridge. There's a small sandy area under one side of the bridge. I walked halfway across the sand before stopping to look at my reflection in the wide strip of water.

At first, the only thing I could see was a blurred reflection of me, nothing else. It made me think of how blurry my life seems. Some people, like my mom, say I’m special (which I do believe); but in my head, I still feel different. I don’t do most things everyone else in my school does: hang out, play sports, watch ridiculous videos of people showing off, or anything else. At home, I pretty much avoid my family (excluding weekends, supper, family outings, or the likes). Sometimes, I wish a miracle would come and help me through my current struggles.

I’m dazed at this point before I look back into the blurry reflection in the water. Suddenly, I heard a small voice crying nearby. I lifted my head up and turned my head every which way to see what was making that noise. No one in my neighborhood comes under the bridge besides me and my brothers, so I had no idea whose voice it belonged to. I decided to investigate and walked toward the other side of the bridge.

When I quickly looked around a tree leaning next to the river to see what it was, I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or seeing my imagination; but there, sitting right next to the tree, were two, small, cartoon ponies. I was shocked with disbelief and astonishment. What was more surprising is that I knew just what they were. One had a red body and a mane and tail in two shades of blue, and the other was light green and had a forest-green mane and tail; they were the same ponies that I have imagined about ever since I started watching My Little Pony. However, one thing seemed odd: they were very young and smaller than I pictured them (about five years old, maybe).

The first thought that ran through my mind (besides “Red and April here?!”) is “How in the world did they get here?! Why are they even here?” There wasn’t any natural or artificial way on how they would be here. Despite the confusion, I felt so amazed and joyful to see them here in my world. I guess that was a kind of feeling bronies would have if this, or anything like it, ever happened.

A twig suddenly snapped underneath my feet. The little green pony turned its head to make direct eye contact with mine. It soon got scared and bumped into the red and blue pony, who also got scared when it saw me. I guess I could understand why they were scared of me. They were very young, after all. They got back up on their feet and tried to run under the bridge to get away from me.

"Hey, wait!" I cried, "I won't hurt you two!"

They didn’t respond to what I had said. They just kept on running. In a moment, they were nowhere in sight. Another moment after, I sighed and returned to my reflection in the water. I sat near the wide strip of water, thinking of what I just saw... or what I thought I just saw. At first, I thought I had just imagined seeing them. As minute passed, however, I began to wonder how I was able to see them in my world and out of my imagination.

Then, I heard something walking towards me as I sat still on the moist sand. My eyes slowly glanced toward my right to see the little ponies slowly approach me. Their big, round eyes looked up at me while their faces wore very curious expressions. I didn't move; I just sat there and stared right back at them, thinking of what to say. They didn't look like they could talk. I didn't know what to say or what to do, but I had to start somewhere.

“Hi there,” I began, “Um, how did you two get here?”

They didn't say anything; they just looked at me motionless. I guess they have never seen a creature like me before. Then again, I'm probably the only creature they've seen in this world.

I leaned closer to them as I held out my right hand to try and pet them on the head. I get the initial response I expected: fear. They backed away from me and sat at a distance. They still seemed scared of me.

I spoke more softly and said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you two." Then, an idea popped into my head: I continued, "Do you two like friends? I'm looking for some new friends. I can be your friend if you want." I don't know how, but as I spoke those words, they seemed to have calmed down as they smiled at me.

I slowly reached my hand out farther to touch their heads. They still felt nervous, and so was I. I was about to place my hand on two fictional ponies, and I had no idea how it would affect me. Despite that, however, I gently placed my hand on the little green filly and stroked her mane. She seemed to like it as I continued to pet her. I suddenly felt a jolt of joy running through every system in my body which grew as I began to pet the red colt on his head. He liked that, too.

It was then in that moment that I realized a new friendship was born between me and these sweet little ponies.
The rest of the afternoon was spent under that bridge. The little ponies soon started playing, splashing, and running in the strip of water. I watched them from the small, sandy shore at a close distance making sure they didn't go over to the deep side of the water or get spotted by any passing cars. I laughed so much when they splashed each other and me, and they seemed to have had so much fun. I haven't felt like this for a while, but I felt so joyful as I watched them have so much fun in the water.

It was around six o'clock when I decided to head back home. The ponies had stopped playing in the shallow water, but I could tell they wanted to have some more fun. They suddenly noticed I was making my way back up to the bridge, so they followed me. As I hopped over the rail, I saw the ponies run towards me. They were wondering where I was going. "Hey," I said, "What's the matter?" They looked at me with very curious looks. In that moment, I knew they wanted to come with me.

I honestly wanted to take them with me, but I was afraid of what my parents would say if I brought two cartoon ponies to the house with me. There wasn't much I could really do. I figured someone could possibly be looking for them. Then again, who in this neighborhood would lose two cartoon ponies? Still, the only thing I can do is promise them I’d be back the next day.

I walked back to them, knelt down on my sand-covered knees, and explained, “I’m sorry, but I have to go now. My mom might be worried about where I am. You two stay here, okay? I’ll be back tomorrow. We can play some more then. Sound good?”

They didn’t respond; they just continued to stare at me confusingly.

Without saying anything else, I got back up on my feet and started to walk back home. A moment after I started walking, I heard the sound of hooves following me. I turned back to see the young ponies following me. “Stay here,” I repeated, “I’ll be back soon.” I start to resume my walk, checking behind my back a few times to make sure the ponies didn’t follow me any further. They stood in one place as I walked farther away from their sights.

I feel really bad for leaving them behind. I kept thinking about them as I walked away with a couple of tears in my eyes. Thing is, I have this sudden feeling that they will need me. It wasn’t until later that night that I realized how true that was.
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Chapter 2
The sounds of rumbling thunder filled the dark sky. Rain started to pour down hard. There was a storm early that night. I couldn’t go to sleep right away. I kept looking outside the windows in the porch, witnessing the stormy atmosphere outside. I’m not worried about the thunder and lightning; I’ve already dealt with that fear a long time ago. Still, I was worried about the ponies I met earlier that day. I didn’t hear about the storm coming, and I wondered if they were scared about it. Actually, I’m sure they were.

At first, I thought there wasn’t much I could do. I couldn’t just bring them home, or else my family might freak out about cartoon animals wandering around our house. Yet, I have this sudden urge to go out and look for them. I do hope they'll be okay.

Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head calling my name. At first, I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but as it got clearer, it spoke to me, "Please listen, you must do what is right in your heart. The young ponies need you. They have no one else to be with and no place to go. Please, you must save them before it's too late." I shook my head in astonishment after hearing that unfamiliar, yet familiar, voice. Whose voice was that? I knew I heard it somewhere before, but where? And do the ponies really need me? After some critical thinking, I came to a final decision: I had to go back out to the creek and find those ponies.

When everyone else left to bed, I got my raincoat, backpack, a towel, and a flashlight and went outside to grab my bike, and then I started heading back to the creek. Just like before, no vehicles or people were on the road or outside. There was only me and the forces of nature, which were trying to push me back. I kept biking up the road, hoping the young ponies were still at the same place and all right.

When I arrived at the creek, I could barely see a speck of light. I reached into my backpack for the flashlight, brought it out, and turned it on. I quickly browsed the top of the bridge to see if they noticed me coming. There wasn't an animal in sight. I start calling out for them, "Red! April! Where are you?" There wasn't any sound of ponies; only the sound of thunder. The lightning kept flashing in the dark night sky as it lit up my surroundings. "Red? April?" I cried. There was still no response.

I then shined the light on the end of the railing where the path I used earlier lead down under the bridge. I rushed over and pounced over it. I then headed down the path to the sandy spot under the bridge. I shined my light to see if anything was down there, and sure enough, I saw the two little ponies huddled together near the wall. They definitely seemed scared of the storm; they were shaking and whimpering to the instant flashes of lightning and the loud, rumbling sounds of thunder. They got even more scared when I shined the light from the flashlight onto them.

I walked over to them and knelt down gently, setting the flashlight on the sandy, dry surface. They still felt spooked and squirmed closer to the wall. "Hey, hey, it's all right," I said softly, "It's me, you're friend." They slowly looked up to see if it was really me. I smiled as they started to calm down.

They still continued to shiver, not just because of the storm, but also because they were a little wet from the rain. I guess they were looking for me when the storm started. I reached into my backpack to grab the towel I brought along. I held it out for the ponies to see it and said, “Here, this will help you dry up.” I gently laid it over the ponies’ bodies and tucked the edges under their hooves. They eventually stopped shivering and liked how warm and dry the towel was. They glanced back up and smiled at me.

Lightning suddenly continued to flash all around us. The ponies went back to shivering in fear. I couldn’t stand to see them so scared this way. I had to find them a place that was a lot safer, warmer, and more comfortable. At that moment, I knew right now was the best time to take them home with me. I slowly tried to pick them up, keeping them wrapped up in the towel, so if I do happen to pass one of my neighbors, they wouldn’t notice them. They started squirming a little with worried looks on their faces again.

“Don't worry, I won't hurt you,” I explained, trying to calm them down, “You two need a safer place to sleep; I can take you somewhere safer and warmer.” I don’t know how, but I believe that did the trick. Their eyes went back to their normal size, and after adjusting themselves in the towel, they soon fell asleep peacefully in my arms. My heart was beating rapidly as I watched them sleep in my arms. A few seconds later, I carefully placed them in my backpack, leaving the top open for air, covered it with my raincoat, ran back up to my bike, and started biking home as quickly as possible.

The storm started to die down. The lightning dimed, the thunder began to silence, and the rain decreased to smaller drops of water. All the way back, the ponies slept inside of my backpack. I was glad the storm was lighting up, or else the ponies would be so scared and might jump out of my bag and fall onto the road.

When I arrived at my house, nobody seemed to be awake. I reached for the kitchen light switch and flicked it on. The ponies instantly woke up from their sleep due to the bright light lighting up the kitchen. I let the little ponies out of my bag so I could look for food in the fridge for them to eat. While I did, they started exploring their new surroundings (which were the kitchen, dining room, and living room) for about five minutes. They couldn’t climb the stairs to the bedrooms, but that was a good thing for me. I didn’t want them to go wandering into my parents’ bedroom or my mother's office.

After I fed them some baby carrots and cheese, which they really enjoyed, I brought them upstairs to my room. My older brother Cody shared the room with me, but he was asleep at the time. I had to watch them as they explored my room in case if my brother woke up suddenly. When they got tired from exploring, I set them up on top of my bed and watched them find a comfy spot to sleep on. Then, like before, they nuzzled together, closed their large, cute eyes, and fell soundly asleep.

Seeing them sleep peacefully made my heart explode – twice!

Then, I remembered that somehow I would have to tell my family all about my new friends. For now, I could only hope that this was real.
I couldn’t help but think of how to handle the situation at this point. As far as I know, these little ponies are all by themselves with no food or home. None of my friends know that I’m a brony, and I didn’t want them to be sent to an animal shelter or a science lab of some kind. Honestly, I can only do one thing: I had to keep them home with me. I knew I’d have to explain all this to my parents, but right now, I barely thought about it. These ponies had no idea who I was, where they were, or anything else for that matter. In a word, they were lost—more than I am.

I couldn’t fall asleep for half of the night. I was so lost in my thoughts. I knew that if I fell asleep I’d wake up finding out that they’re gone. It would only be a dream; one that I’d never want to wake up from. I was only with them for less than a day, but I've become so fond with them that I didn't want them to leave me. All I could do was lie on my bed awake and listen to my brother sleeping. Right now, I was scared.

Then, I felt something small rub up my body. I looked down to see my two pony friends staring at me with worrying looks on their faces. At that moment, I knew they were scared, too.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. Knowing how young they were, they probably had a horrible nightmare of some kind, which seemed most likely. “It’s okay,” I said as I tried to calm them, “you can sleep by me if you want.”

That was exactly what they did: they slowly walked toward me, lied down next to me, and fell asleep like they did earlier. As I slowly stroked their manes, I realized how real this was. They seemed to have sparked my feelings of hope and joy, among other things. It was like they suddenly came to depend on me. Right now, nothing else seemed to have mattered to me. All of my sorrow and my troubled mind go unnoticed. I could only feel great elation and joy as I slowly fell asleep with them beside me on my bed.
They are here, they’re real, and right now, they’re my little ponies.
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