Elias's Source of Resilience to Life: Ponies

Part Two

How will this work out?

So I decided to keep the rainbow pony. I grabbed the box and lifted. The little pony started to get scared as it didn’t even know what was happening to herself. That made me decide she must be really young. I started getting more and more questions. How will I take care of you? Will you be able to talk like in the show? What will my mom say?

I hadn’t the slightest idea of what would happen once I bring the Pegasus pony in the house. Would my mom get rid of Rainbow Dash or will she let me keep her? Probably not; this is what worried me most. I wasn’t going to just give up the pony. It was the only thing that made me happy in life. I could try to hide her, but no that, most likely wouldn’t work but it is worth a try.

I brought the box inside. My mom was in her room and so was my sister. Alright this is a good start. I walked to my room and shut the door. I set the box down on my bed. I thought it probably wouldn’t be good to keep her in that box so I decided to let her sit on the bed. I knew a bit about animals and that there are certain ways to carry them. Thing is, I never had a little pony (considering the types of ponies in My Little Pony are smaller than ones in reality) so I didn’t know how to carry this one. I came to a decision that it would be best to pick her up by her belly and carry her by cradling her in my arms.

With a pony from my favorite television show in my arms, I had a great amount of happiness filling inside me. It was something that I just couldn’t explain. I set Rainbow Dash on my bed and she laid down. I shut my blinds so she could rest peacefully. I really didn’t know what to do with her after that. I suppose one could call her a pet and that I should just take care of her, but she was more than a pet. So I thought of when a human has a baby, they take care of them, not treat them as if they were a pet. Soon that baby would grow up to take care of themselves. So I am going to treat the rainbow Pegasus as if it were my baby. After all she must be very young right now.

I sat down on the bed and picked up the sky blue pony. She squirmed under my arms. I sat her down on my lap and started to stroke her rainbow mane to reassure her that it’s alright. I couldn’t believe I was touching the Rainbow Dash’s rainbow mane. I mean well I always thought about ponies being in reality, but this wasn’t some imagination, it was actually happening. But right now I couldn’t just be here with the pony in awe; I had to be serious about what I was doing. How exactly was I going to take care of her? I made the assumption that she must have been hungry and thirsty. What exactly do baby ponies eat? I know that they get milk from their mothers. Perhaps they like carrots. I suppose it really didn’t matter considering this pony is from a cartoon.

Once again, I grabbed hold of the pony, making sure not to stir her too much, and lied her down on the bed. I walked out of my room, making sure to shut the door, quietly, behind me, and walked to the refrigerator. I wondered if it is ok for ponies to drink milk that isn’t from their mother, more importantly from a cow. Bah, how much harm could it do? Uh, Eli, maybe it could make her sick. So I decided to google it and apparently, it is ok. I grabbed a few baby carrots and a jug of milk from the fridge. What should she drink the milk from? I guess it would be best to have her drink it from a bottle. I went and got a bottle (sometimes my sister babysits) from a cupboard, filled it with milk, and let the milk warm for a few seconds in the microwave.

I went back to my dimly lit room and sat next to Rainbow Dash. I wasn’t sure how to wake her up. I didn’t want to give her a rude awakening, so I just gave her a slight poker on her side.
“Rainbow Dash, it’s time to wake up,” I said realizing how odd I must’ve sounded. Did she even know her name? She seemed to because she lifted her head and looked at me. This made me wonder, was she with someone that took care of her before me? Just go with the flow, Eli. I grabbed a carrot and held it near her muzzle. She either knew what it was for or she catches onto things quickly because she bit down on it. I let go of it and let her chew the rest. I fed her a few more carrots and then I thought how I am going to get her to drink the milk. I mean, she isn’t a human baby so she might not be able to tell what the bottle is for.

I grabbed the bottle and put it up to her mouth. Surprisingly, she opened her mouth and started to suck on the bottle.

“Heh, you’re making this a lot easier than I thought it would be,” I said. The next thing I thought of was about how she would be going to the bathroom. I never heard of a pony sitting on a toilet, nor have I heard of a bathroom that is made for a pony. Wait, the world is your litter box. I would just have to train her to do her business outside. But then my mom would really find out, heck, it’s only a matter of time till someone finds out. And what if she ran off? Gosh there are so many things to taking care of a pony. Well, at some point in life she will be able to take care of herself rather than right now.

And that brought another thing up. How long is a pony’s life, especially a pony from a television show? I came to the decision that it would be about three years, for that is how long it takes for them to grow in reality. Anyways, how was I going to keep her from running off? Well, Rainbow Dash was about as big as my dog, which was pretty small, so I could use his collar for her and put a leash on her to keep her from running away. I left Rainbow Dash’s side for a few seconds to get my dog’s collar. I went back to my room; collar in hand, to see her still lying on my bed, thank goodness. I put the collar around her neck, which started to irritate her until she just let it be, picked her up, and carried her to the door that led outside.

I grabbed the leash that was hanging next to the door, and put it on the collar. Then it hit me, what would the neighbors think if they were to see me with a rainbow Pegasus? Well most neighbors don’t even have a good view of where I was letting her out and who cares what people think so I opened the door and let her do her business.

Once we were inside, I went into the living room to see my mom sitting down on the couch. My heart skipped a beat as I had a feeling about what was going to happen. My mom took notice to the sky blue pony cradled in my arms.

“What is that?” my mom said, pointing to the sky blue pony in my arms.

“Oh, it’s a…pony,” I said with some resistance because I didn’t want the only thing that made me happy to go away.

“Where did you get it?” my mom inquired.

“I found it,” I answered.

“And why did you bring it in here?”

“Because I always wanted a pet pony,” I lied. She would never believe that this pony I found was a character from a television show.

“And why are its mane rainbow colored and its coat sky blue”

“I don’t know I found it like that.” After I said that, I heard my sister, Madi, open her door to see what was going on in the living room. She saw me and the animal that was nestled in my arms. My sister saw an episode before and knew what Rainbow Dash looked like. Her face turned to shock at what she was seeing.

“Madi, go back to your room,” my mom ordered. My sister obeyed and went back to her room. “Eli, why did you bring that animal in here? You know that I wouldn’t allow you.”

“Like I said, I always wanted a pet pony,” I said.

“Eli, just why can’t you like something that boys your age are supposed to like?” This is where it crossed the line. Nothing agitated me more than people saying that either My Little Pony is for little girls or it is gay. This is where I always got defensive.

“My Little Pony is not for girls! There are guys that watch the show! Don’t act like I’m the only one who watches My Little Pony!” The pony in my arms started to squirm in my hands, scared of what was going on. I started to caress her rainbow mane. Not only did this start to calm her but it also comforted me. This almost made me start to cry at the thought of giving Rainbow Dash away.

“Uh, who do you think you are raising your voice to? And you’re not going to tell me how I’m going to act!” she yelled. I continued to stroke her mane.

“I just wish you could respect what things I like!”

“And I just wish you could respect me!”

“I would show you some respect if you respected me!”

“That’s it, go to your room. We will talk about this later,” she said.

“Fine, but just to let you know, I think I chose my words wisely. I just wish you could have some logic to agree with the right thing.” I went to my room and sat the little filly on my bed.

“Sorry about that,” I said “I just wish my own mother could have some logic like the little amount we have in this world.” After I said that the filly looked at me and gave a nod. “No way,” I said awed at her understanding my language. How did she understand English already? WAS she with someone before me? A more important question is how is this going to work out and what is going to happen henceforth?