The Pony Parable

A surprised look from the green-eyed creature was the answer to his question. Stanley was also surprised, because he never talked in his life. To Stanley the voice spoke miracles, because the green-eyed creature got off of him. Once the creature was far enough for Stanley to get a good look at it, he did.

Its skin, or was it fur? was orange, and it had white freckles on it's face. It was two-thirds as large as Stanley, and it stood on all four legs. Stanley was unsure still if this was all real or not, he had heard in his office that some people are put into simulations to see if they're good enough for emergency preparation. But he was sure that it was real, or else how would he feel the pain from the wooden wolf?

Stanley nearly jumped out of his skin when the creature spoke back.

"You... can talk?" the creature asked with a bit of fear in its voice.

Stanley was wondering the same thing when all of a sudden he was tackled again! (Gettin' real tired of your crap, creatures.) Once Stanley was no longer in shock, he found who had tackled him.

It was three, smaller of the kind of creature the orange one was. Stanley figured that these tree things were children, and they too, could talk.

"You aren't getting mah big sis' you crazy creature!" A yellow and pink one said as it held down on Stanley.

"Yeah, you! Get away!" the purple and orange one exclaimed.

"Yeah, what they said!" the white one agreed.

Stanley could easily overpower them and stand up, but he didn't feel like getting knocked down again. He was about to try to talk again when he heard the voice again.

"Awww, these are so adorab- I mean, Stanley, get away from these hideous things."

But Stanley just didn't feel like obeying this voice. He felt like he wanted to stay and use this new power he acquired: Speech. Couldn't the creatures hear the voice?

He resumed trying to talk. "Bles- Uh... Yes, I can trek- I mean talk."

The three small creatures looked at him in surprise. They had not heard him talk, They were in their meeting place when they had saw him. The small creatures kept their grip on Stanley, while the yellow and pink one yelled, "Applejack! Are you hearin' this? This thing just talked!"

The orange and yellow creature, apparently named "Applejack," replied with "Yes, I know, Applebloom. Could you three get off of him so we can talk?" Stanley became surprised by this, as he thought these things were hostile.

The tree things got off of Stanley, and he stood to his full height. Applejack was a bit frightened by him, but wanted to see what he would do. Stanley scratched the back of his head with his hand. "So, uh... PLE- Where am I again?" Stanley's skills at talking were getting better. Applejack simply replied, "Well, you're at Sweet Apple Acres! I hope yah don't mind me askin', but where are yah from?"

Stanley replied, "Uh... Room 427?"

Applejack was confused by Stanley's response. She had never heard of a place like that, She didn'e even think Twilight would know of a place like that! She tried asking again. "Ah, sorry, but could yah' maybe be more descriptive in where you're from?"

Stanley thought hard about this. The only thing he could be more descriptive about is, "Uhh... Room 427 in an office building?" Stanley had quickly mastered speaking, he was finally able to make conversations without sounding like he was vomiting.

"Hmm... never heard of it. Anyway, since you seem to be friendly, I'd like to introduce you to everypony here!"

"Everypony?" Stanley was trying to hold back a laugh, but what was a laugh to him?

"Uhh, yah. Everypony." Applejack replied back with a bit of confusion.

Stanley remembered the two other apparently ponies who had ran up to Applejack. One was red, the other green, old and worn-out looking.

Applejack spoke, "This here is Big Mac, my big brother, her right next to him is Ol' Granny Smith. The three other ones sitting over there are Applebloom, Scootalo, and Sweetie Belle. Uh, what's your name anyway?"

Stanley quickly replied, "Stanley, or Employee 427, if you want to call me that."

Applejack was still trying to figure out this "427" number. She would have to dig deeper into him to find out more. But first things first, she would have to introduce him to all of her friends."

"Ehh, sure. Stanley, would you like me to take you down to Ponyville and meet some of my other friends that I have?  I'm sure that they won't be mean to you, I promise."

Stanley was a bit skeptical at this, he thought that maybe these were the only ponies here, but he was wrong.

"Uhh, yeah, sure. Lets go." Stanley said, trying to sound a bit more dynamic.

"Well alrighty then, lets go!" Applejack exclaimed, walking off towards what is apparently the direction where this "Ponyville" was.

"Wait!" the orange and purple pony said. Stanley needed to ask which one had which name. "How do you know this thing won't be a danger to everypony?"

"Don't worry, Scootaloo," Applejack said. "I'll make sure he won't. Come on, Stanley!"

Stanley reluctantly followed Applejack. After a few minutes of awkward silence while walking, they finally came to an ending of Sweet Apple Acres, and into this "Ponyville" Stanley was wondering about. As soon as Stanley took a single step over the border line, All he saw has giant blue eyes.

"OOOOOH, I've never seen a creature like you before!" a high pitched voice said out of seemingly nowhere. "Where are you from? Did you make friends with Applejack? Ooh, we should have a welcome to Ponyville party for you! It'll be so much fun! Wh-"

The eyes were pulled away from him as Applejack pushed the pink pony away from Stanley.

"Ahem, Pinkie. This is Stanley. Stanley, this is Pinkie Pie." Applejack said with a bit of annoyance at Pinkie Pie.

Stanley heard the voice again. "Stanley, you don't know what you're getting into. Get away from these things! I don't know what they are! They're probably planning to trap you and kill you!"

"Oooh, who do you have with you Stanley?" Pinkie Pie asked. Stanley became shocked that apparently only this "Pinkie Pie" was the only one who could hear the voice also. "Is he a ghost? Do you have a ghost friend with you? What's his name?"

"Uh, Pinkie, what are you talkin' about? Last time I saw, Stanley didn't have a ghost with him. Heck, I would be surprised if ghosts were actually real!" Applejack replied with confusion in her voice.

"You don't hear it Applejack? The voice with the weird accent? It's coming right from Stanley! And he isn't talking!"

"Uh... Why are you the only one that can hear it?" Stanley asked. Applejack gave both of them confused looks, and just shook her head, not wanting to partake in this conversation.

"Oh, you silly filly! I just can!" Pinkie responded.

"Yes, you can, but why?" Stanley repeated.

"Because I can!" Pinkie responded simply.

Stanley heard the voice again. "Oh, I guess I can communicate with you, erm... Pinkie. I'm a bit concerned how you can hear me too. are you able to give us a valid reason?"

"I did, silly! Because I can!" Pinkie responded, Applejack daydreaming away.

The voice spoke again. "I give up. Come on, Stanley, lets see where Applejack wants you to go."

"Alrighy then, voice!" Pinkie said. "APPLEJACK! Stanley wants to see what else you have to show him!"

"Well, ok then," Applejack responded with a smile. "Lets go!"