Tending The Tree

Day 7

Saturday

About 4:50 AM

A large crash from downstairs awoke me with a start. My eyes shot open and I attempted to blink away the sleep which, to be quite honest I never understood, it just ended up falling into your eyes and making the start of your day that much more difficult. Alas, I wasn't thinking clearly and so inevitably the sleep fell into my eyes making me wince in pain. I rubbed my elbow against my eyes furiously for a few moments to no avail.

                Giving up I decided I had to sit up and go with a more fine tuned approach. Once I was reclined I moved my hand up to my eye and promptly ended up nearly blinding myself. Letting out a whispered curse I looked to my hand to see why it had decided to blind me. I was met with a large mass of a yellowish-cream object in front of my face.

Wow.

Still a bit tired.

                Right, why was I up again? Ah yes, the crash! No doubt it was one of my three cats walking along the counter. They had a habit of walking along the counter and sticking their heads into any stray cups they found and knocking them over. It sounded like glass though, which meant I probably had to go clean it up so they wouldn't cut themselves. Yeah, I could let my father take care of it but he had mowed the lawn yesterday so I guess I sort of "owed" it to him.

                Pulling myself out of bed I dropped my feet to the floor and immediately fell down. My momentum hurled me into the corner post of my bunk bed. Luckily, I didn't have to worry about waking anybody up. My brother and I haven’t shared a room for several years. I switched bunks to get some variety and... OW... That hurt a LOT!

                Letting out another string of flamboyantly colorful words I tried getting up only to stumble and feel myself bang my head onto my dresser. The wooden corner of the open drawer caught me on the nose and caused it to bleed a little. Once again momentarily, blinded by the pain, I had a few moments to collect my thoughts. Unfortunately, this early in the morning and with the pain in my head, all I could manage to remark upon were the facts that I hadn't woken anyone up and that I should probably clean the pile of dirty laundry that my nose is currently bleeding into.

"Blegh", was what came out of my mouth. In a voice that was higher than I was used to.

                After contemplating the possible reasons behind my voice being so high, I came to the conclusion that it was probably sore or it was once again the work of the dreaded puberty. Here I thought I was done, but noooo….  Life wouldn't be content with me singing bass two.

                My vision recovering, I opened my eyes to see a mass of green hair in front of my face. This is what I get for trying to dye my blonde hair dark blue for my Halloween costume I suppose. I had tried to explain to my friends that when you dye a blonde person’s hair a dark color, it washes out green. But no, I just had to dye my hair or else the costumes “wouldn't” make sense. I'm sure Soarin dyed his hair sometimes so I didn't see why I had to dye mine so I could be him. I could of have of been Surprise. Awesome. Now I think of that. Great! Just great. My day was off to a wonderful start then. Anything else want to try and take a shot at my head? Hmmm…? I'm watching you desk! Yeah, that’s what I thought.

                I decided to examine what had been causing me so much trouble. I looked down at my arm and discovered that the mass of yellowish-cream was still there. Letting out a small yelp in my annoying voice, I promptly jumped back and hit my head against my metallic bed. Muttering under my breath a French curse I decided it might be best if I just didn't move my body while I took a closer look at it. I slowly opened an eye and examined the appendage. The fingers appeared to be missing and it was far shorter than it normally would be. Strange. Looking behind me in the faint light from the street I could just barely make out that the same went for my legs.

                My brain decided to start working again and I made the connection. Hooves! Small hooves and a small body. Small body with hooves equals horse right? No wait… a pony? Which equals what? Ugh! Stupid brain! Don't shut back down! Fine, I don't need you anyways. Standing myself back up, I took a look at my forehoof again. I noticed what appeared to be fuzz along the entire length of it as well as my other hooves. Curious, I lifted up another forehoof to feel the appendage and lost my balance landing into my dresser again. At least it wasn't the desk. That's right; I still have my eye on you! Deciding it was time for me to end the fan fiction stereotypes; I stood up and remembered the footing combo. Right front, back left, left front back left. Yes!

                Walking over to my door I used my front two hooves to lean my body up as I grabbed the handle in my mouth. I attempted to open it when I remembered that I locked my door. Letting out an Arabian curse word or two, I realized I had been using the handle to steady myself, and I'd just let go of it... thus seeing its opportunity, my desk decided it was time to strike. I fell back, and before the rest of the Arabic could leave my mouth, the back of my head hit the corner of the desk knocking notebooks, pencils, and textbooks onto my nose. My VERY sensitive nose. Why had I chosen all of the classes with the heavy textbooks?! Yelping in pain I heard a grumble from my parents’ room as what sounded like my dad got up and started walking towards my room. No! Think, think! What do I do? What do I do? Rush past him! Of course!

                I heard the handle of the door jiggle as the key slid in and I prepared my jump. The second the door opened I jumped out of my room and made a sharp turn over to the staircase. I managed to get about halfway down the steps before I tripped and slid down the stairs onto the landing where I collided with a marble cherub we keep at the bottom for who knows what reason. Letting the adrenaline fuel me, I blindly made my way down the last few steps just barely missing the lamp at the bottom. From upstairs I heard my father mutter something about crazy cats as he was heading back to bed. Ha! Yes! Success! Ow. Ow. Owowowowoowwowowowowowowowow.

                I decided that it would probably be best if I just hurried out of my house before my parents woke up. It wasn't that they hated ponies or anything. They had actually supported me whole heartedly when I had told them about being a brony. It's just that they were TOO supportive. I know that seems like a stupid reason not to tell them what had happened to me, but it was true. I was expecting some sort of giant conflict when I told them. Instead it was more of just a “oh that’s cool we totally still love and support you”. So I decided I would have to go to someone else who knew about me liking ponies. Well that left it down to my best friend Liz or my ex girlfriend... Hmmm... Decisions, decisions... Liz it is then!

                Picking myself up, I grabbed my phone from the coffee table which I had left there for who knows for what reasons. I nudged the button with my muzzle and then attempted to use my phone with my hoof. After several failed attempts sighing, I thought that a pencil might work, but after trying futilely for several minutes I had no results to show for my endless jabbing. . Sighing I decided I would just have to make the short walk over to her place. I put the phone in a reusable grocery bag that I then swung around my neck.

                I should really take a gift with me over to Liz since it was kind of early to be waking her up. I didn't really have anything to give her though... wait. Stupid brain! Why would I take her a gift? These repeated blows to the head must be starting to get to me.

                Right, what did they do next in the stories? Right! Food!  Using a chair to hoist myself onto the counter I made my way over to the fruit bowl to see what goodies I would be getting. I was met with a fruit fly flying out from underneath a lone moldy orange and flying into my eye. Surprised, I stepped back and fell over the edge of the counter hitting my head on the marble below. I was really angry now and in a lot of pain. Letting out my signature string of Swedish curse words, I picked myself up off the floor holding back tears.

                I heard another loud curse meet mine from upstairs and heard my father start stomping down the stairs. Merde! Merde! Merde! I ran over to the sliding glass door which led to the back porch. I used my muzzle to lift the black lever, locking it. I then grabbed the handle in my mouth (which might I add according to my taste buds, seemed to have NEVER been cleaned), pulled back and ran outside right as my father turned on the lights to the kitchen.

                Running out and into the yard I jumped up and hit my head against the black handle to the gate. Ha! Yes! Freedom! Nothing could stop me now! I was on top of the world! And I was a pony! Which, I assumed was only temporary. This is quite possibly one of the greatest days ever! I began running along out of my neighborhood. HA! I've never gone so fast in my life! The night made everything nice and dark, but the occasional light from the street lamps gave just enough light that it added an edge of excitement to the whole situation. I felt truly alive with the wind rushing through my long hair... this was just amazing.

                This new rush of energy managed to carry me halfway to Liz's house before I tripped and face planted. I’m still new at this. Not able to run yet. I could trot though! Now where was I... ah yes! Going to Liz! I began to laugh in ecstasy before I felt a major headache hit me. Ow! Okay no laughing.