Ditzy-Doo Explains Her Situation (Her Brother)
How do I explain my Apple Squish to you? He's my brother. He lives with me in my house near Ponyville. We're not really alike. I mean except for his eyes are unaligned like mine, his mane is yellow like mine, and we're the same age, but I mean, he's a unicorn (I don't even know how that's possibable), his fur is orange, not grayish or pinkish like my little muffin's, and he hates muffins! Who hates muffins!? Luckily for me this " apple sauce" stuff he's crazy for I apsolutely loath. Besides levitation and magically creating "apple sauce", every spell he tries, he bucking messes up. I haven't taken him out of the house to Ponyville yet, I'm scared he's going to go embarrassing me. He's never tried to escape before and anytime he asks about Ponyville, I tell him all the boring stuff and he stoppes asking for awhile. Dispite all that, he's a sweet pony, who's eyes remind me off emeralds. All was good, until he poofed out.
Apple Squish's Grand, Unplaned for Escape
Ditzy came home after a her long shift at the mail office. I ran towards the door.
"Hi Ditzy!" I happily cried.
She walked towards me and lazily kissed my horn, like mom used to. She then walked toward the couch and lazily threw her mailbag next to her.
"What's wrong?" I asked concerningly.
"Oh it's nothing," she replied, slightly with a zombieish speed, "Just tired from today's shift, that and I still have to go into town to get some food."
"Oh let me go Ditzy, I won't mess up, promise!"
Ditzy's eyes got wide with excitement, "Oh no Apple Squish, I got it, I just need to rest. Besides we live about a mile away from Ponyville, you'd have to be a pegasus in order to get there before night fall."
I grabbed my saddlebag and grinned bravely, "Or a unicorn!"
I concentrated on the teleportation spell I read about. As my body started to dissapear, Ditzy-Doo tried to say something, but her sound was blocked out by the magic concurring around me. It sounded like something about her not wanting me to go out, probably because she thought I would mess up, which only made me more eager to prove her wrong. And with that, I was gone.
I arrived in Ponyville, or at least what I thought was Ponyville. Based on what Ditzy told, I thought it would be boring old place filled with libraries (libraries don't like when you eat apple sauce), but even now at this time of day, it was filled with colorful ponies, bustling and shopping. There was a couch and quill store, a cupcake shop, and only one library (which was a huge plus). But that wasn't what I was really excited about, I had done a teleportation spell, and it didnt backfire horribly, I felt sick for a minute and my mane fizzed with static electricity, but nothing medical. I had to tell Ditzy when I got home. I looked around for a moment and walked up to the first pony I saw. She was a bright pink mare with a pink, fluffy mane and tail to go with it, and a cutie-mark with three balloons.
"Hey hey hey," I excitingly asked, "Do you know where I could get some food?"
She looked and me and gasped, running away at an unnatural speed. I stood there in an awkward silence, before cracking a goofy grin.
"I like her," I cheerily said, "She's fast!"
I walked around for a second before I found somepony else to ask. She was a light orange colored mare, which I rather did like, but it wasn't that that made her amazing. As creepy as is going to sound, it was her smell! She smelled of apples, and apple sauce is made of apples, and I bucking love apple sauce!
"Ahhh..." she said as she caught me starring at her.
"Oh sorry," I said, blushing uncontrollably, "Sorry, I'm new to town. My names Apple Squish."
The orange mare raised an inquisitive eyebrow, "Hey there Apple Squish, you wouldn't happen to like apple buckin' would ya?"
I sadly looked toward the ground, "I don't know, we really didn't have apples where I grew up."
She looked at me like a was somepony crazy.
"No apples? Well sugar-cube, I'd hate to live somewhere like that. Tell you what, come by Sweet Apple Acres sometime, show you what an apple tree looks like. By the way, m'ah names Apple Jack." she winked as she trotted away.
I took one last whiff of the apple fragrance she left behind. I still didn't know where the market was, but I didn't care. I had met an angel, who's name was Apple Jack.
