As I was spewed forth from the great maw of my parent, my amorphous and rugged form began to take shape, my consciousness formed quickly as I grew wings and four legs. I opened my eyes and beheld the glorious light, and I quickly embraced the vision of this new world around me. I am born. My sibling came forth moments later, blue in color while I was a pronounced orange.

It was an immediate understanding that we must continue on from here. My dear sibling would approach the outskirts of town from a distance, and view the denizens to approach them more tactfully, so a peaceful cooperation may be reached. I will venture into the town itself, and establish myself as a benefactor to the residents of this community before us, in the hopes that our species may not be treated with the contempt we currently are regarded with. And so I venture forth, riding the gentle breeze into town.

Love guides me, my travel unencumbered as I came closer to viewing the architecture that appears quite fragile, though clearly inedible. Of course, even should it have been edible I would not wish to intrude, and I am certain my sibling would equally not wish to cause damage to the dwellings of these creatures either. These are not of the group minded species we are, they are instead individuals and yet they all are engaging in their activities, determined for some reason or another. It was as though they anticipated the arrival of some higher being. This is good; these people surely deserve a visit from what I understand.

My parent was greatly kind, to bestow upon me and my sibling the knowledge of our past generations, and I believe my first act in this town would be to aid these ponies. But I must not make my presence aware, although my sibling would think otherwise. I see a patch of long stems, ground disturbed that seemed suitable for the growth of these. Onions I believe they are called, a delectable food that shouldn’t be eaten raw if only for the sake of the odor that displeases the ponies. These are clearly attended to, though their caretaker is not in sight and a shame for they are under attack by some pests. The ponies call them aphids, a common pest who consumes without permission, and is righteously struck down by the mighty quadrupeds. I shall make myself useful and rid the garden of this infestation. They are edible, although the ponies do not apparently consume them for a number of reasons, and as my size is not conducive to pulverizing these insects I shall make a meal of them, and then allow my spawn to grow and aid the other residents unseen.

One after one, I snipped them up and quickly reduced them to matter which I may more effectively process. They are not filling, miniscule in size but I am sure after ridding the garden of these I shall be able to at the very least spawn once. I may not see the coexistence of my species and the species I am helping in my generation, however my children shall and in that time they shall understand that we must remain unseen observers and an aid to the ponies.
Hopefully they will understand how to allow us to feed without allowing us to overpopulate. I foresee they may simply crush us like they mash these aphids into the dust, but it saddens me that they shall be disappointed as to the effectiveness of this for we shall simply reform. I hope they may understand that our breeding methods must be controlled, for sometimes our ravenous hunger is beyond our intentions and we may simply consume without asking like the primitive species that I am ridding. We only wish for peace, and company, and to allow us to overpopulate would only harm these people. These creatures eat more than once every few rises of the light, and yet they do not breed as quickly as we do, so I do not expect them to immediately empathize with our concerns. This lack of knowledge may cause them harm, however I will emphasize to my children restraint so that this will be of less danger. I only hope that my sibling is coming to a similar conclusion at this moment.

These aphids are now almost reduced to none, at least in the immediate vicinity. I shall let the rest flee, for their generations must know that we shall not allow them to harm the great quadrupeds any longer. I shall rest among the stems, observing their flight ensuring that they make it out correctly. I hope the caretaker will observe this phenomena and be thankful of whatever decreased the number of aphids, however I shall understand if it is not, as it is evidentially difficult to thank the invisible.

The caretaker approaches, I shall close my eyes, allow myself to be seen as a mere fruit, he may step on me or toss me away but I must not be discovered and I shall endure. I can feel his presence now, his breath looming over me, he is clearly observing the plants in detail. He speaks words, those of which I do not understand but the tone is obviously quizzical in nature. His tone changes, more audible and ecstatic, he is pleased with something, hopefully my work. His breath is greater, I feel warm, he is breathing on me. I feel pressure on me, I open my eyes a mite and all I see is darkness. My eyes are adapting to this feeling that was familiar only a short time ago, however then I feel mashed. My sight is gone, my wings are broken and my legs twisted and separated from my body. At the very least, I have accomplished my goal. May my sibling do more than I.

Author's Note

Life is glorious, however we are often subject to our own folly.