Pony Cider Season

The taste of them all will satisfy ANY costumer – Staples Proverb

It was only before sunrise when I, Tropic AL, heard the noises, those hooves trotting through the pathway just outside my basement window, talking about the apple family apple Ciders. It was that time of the year again, too many ponies too fussed over drinks and it’s not like it’s worth waking up early for’ I never went to those silly street shelfs to buy anything and should not have to wake up each year to the noise of other ponies. I moved to the basement because of the noises but it never really kept the noise out but it did help at least a little bit.
Each apple cider season is the same, well this time was a bit different, I had that feel; tingling’s in my mane, and flash thoughts of my past, in which I should mention that I was adopted after my real mother and father where found shredded in the corners of Stag City just off the coast of Fillydelphia. No one ever told me what they thought happened, no one ever mentioned their names after that, and I guess they think I’ll feel sad and cry or something. I am sad for that time but I’m a strong pony, other ponies used to call me heartless at Earth Pony School even my best friend believes that I wouldn’t even cry if he died, I wouldn’t think I would if I won’t cry over my parents dying but I would never do anything bad to my friend even if he brags about himself being a Pegasus and me as an Earth Pony. So anyway lets just get back to real time…Apple Family apple Cider season this year gave me my feelings, the feelings I last encountered when something bad happened, something regrettable and prepends the situation itself.
After breakfast I would normally go to Prune Currents parley, Ms Current is my boss at the Elderly Home for old ponies but today Prune Current said that today I could have a day off, well obviously because of the Ciders but I’ve never had to skip a day of work not in Cider season at least. I really had nothing else to do and it’s a wonderful day out maybe just a bit of a trot to Rocky Roads, just past Apple Acres will make me happy and get me far from the noise of cheering ponies. Coming up the road was dreadful, ponies everywhere, some in tents and hundreds up the Rocky Roads it’s like the whole town was here, but come to think of it if everypony was here then nopony would be in PonyVille well except for the elderly ponies that cannot drink Apple Cider. Oh such a hard choice it’s like a Xantos Gambit but none of which would allow me to win at all’ I could either go to town with old ponies telling me weird stories of how they grew up or I could try to squeeze past all these ponies to get to Rocky Roads, thinking of Granny Grumbles last time gave me nightmare nightdreams all week and I’d rather not talk about it just in case that happens again, so I think I’ll just have to go through the crowd.