Ditzy Doo Ventures Forth!

Every pony has a story. When a pony first comes into Equestria as a foal, it begins its adventure into a life ahead of itself, filled with tragedy and joy, with most of the actions unfolding before their very eyes. Every pony is unique, and while many may share similar attributes in their average lives, not a single one is an exact copy of another. This story begins with the tale of one specific pony’s life, after tragedy of being orphaned and left to fend for herself, blissfully unaware of what shall come ahead. This is the story, of Ditzy Doo, a gray coated, blonde mane pegasus, who was born with a peculiar cross-eyed look.

The young pegasus stayed near the large tree, in the shade, sitting on the grass on the outskirts of a small town. Though the day was glorious with seldom a cloud in the sky, and with a spectacular view of the town, this filly had her attention on the bubbles being made, floating, and popping before her eyes. She was clearly very fixated on these, as she had missed what should be a monumental moment in any young pony’s life, the time in which a pony earns his or her cutie mark. She did glance at it, and recognized the familiar visage of bubbles, but did not seem to mind at all, and returned her attention quickly back to producing more of the incandescent orbs. What was it about these bubbles she found so fascinating? She dipped the pink wand in the dish of solution, waved it back and forth, and continued to watch as the spheres of water and soap rose and popped. But nevertheless, it is pleasant to see this pony enjoying herself despite her current situation.

But such happiness eventually came to an end, for the solution in the bowl began to run out. When this finally happened, she dropped the pink bubble-wand and had begun to cry out as most young fillies would in a time of turmoil. She continued her cries, but they were left unheard, and soon enough she had stopped. She began to search frantically for any sign of any pony, but evidently found nothing. Ditzy continued to sit on the ground for a bit before picking up the bubble-wand, placing it inside the empty dish, and standing, beginning to walk towards the only source of civilization, the relatively quiet town of Ponyville.

Ditzy continued to walk at a quickened pace towards the town, and with no surprise considering the further pangs the hunger set upon her, the need for somepony to aid her, and, assumingly, another source of solution so she may continue her work on making more bubbles. It took quite some time for her to arrive at the town, and with the low silence of the town was starting to be replaced with the rustling and talk of many ponies.

Needless to say, the small pegasus was intimidated, not aided by a cart carrying a load of assorted vegetables rushing past her, nearly toppling over her small frame. Regardless, she still wandered about in the street, before becoming lost in a small crowd of ponies whom had begun to cross the street. To her they appeared as a group of colossi ponies, whose movement seemed to blend in almost perfectly. Out of fright, she dropped the dish and covered her head with her forelegs, shaking in fear, foolishly staying in the road. By the time the chattering ponies had crossed the road fully Ditzy continued to cower in the middle of the dirt path, without removing her hooves, which caused a few passerby’s to casually glance and take concern of the filly.

Pity was bestowed upon her only through sight, but it seemed as though not a body would care to inquire as to why such a young pegasus would be left unattended in a busy town street. One bystander however did more than glance at the pegasus, for he took genuine concern for the small pony, and though he himself was a stranger to the town, he was sure of himself that a filly should have parents nearby. His stocky frame adorned with a pair of wings, his visor cap atop his rugged bearded face set him apart from the group of other ponies. Though clearly a stern taskmaster from the almost permanently set expression of his face he wore, he did demonstrate his attention most evidentially. He stepped out of a small crowd of ponies staring at the young filly in order to get a better look, and once away he saw very clearly that she had wings! He searched around for any other pegasi that may be her caretakers, but found nothing. He put a hoof out into the road, but retreated upon remembering that he was tasked to Ponyville for a specific reason and that he would do it. Even though he knew he was ignoring her plight, he was sure that a kind hearted local would know what to do with this situation.

The crowd slowly began to disperse, but it was not long before cries of fear were heard, followed by a low tremble in the earth and the sound of galloping in the short distance. Coming along the streets were two foolish young ponies at odds, racing one another, who’s attention was paid fully to one another and who was ahead of whom, but not to the road. The young pegasus looked up briefly only to hide herself futilely yet again. In a state of fear, the filly was frozen in place, unable to move, desperately hoping to shield herself behind her weak hooves. The two ponies were most sure to trample the poor young creature, but in almost an instance a flash of tan passed the street, distracting the two and inadvertently causing them to tumble over one another.