The only thing I had left was my motorcycle. It was my only part in transportation. I had started living on my own about a month ago and I could tell you, it's not as easy as it sounds. I had bills to pay, go shopping every week, wake up early for work, a lot to do. With Christmas coming up, it didn't really help at all. I had to go out and buy Christmas decorations as part of a law in this state. The streets were cleared, but the lawns were all covered in white sheets of snow. It had snowed around 4 inches over night. The date was December 23, 2014 and things were looking good for me, despite the amount of responsibility I had. I hopped on my motorcycle and put in the key, twisted it, and heard the engine rumble. I smiled at the noise it made and cranked the handle bar. I stepped on the pedal and rode out of my garage, and onto the street.

I felt the crisp, cold air on my face as I raced through the streets, waving at people I passed by with the very casual, "Merry Christmas" every now and then. I looked to my left and saw at least 7 kids having a snowball fight, I knew those kids.

"Hey Harold, mind if I join?" I called to a little 12-year old boy with a puff ball hat on with dark red snow jacket, and camouflage colored snow boots.

"Sure Mike!" He called back and immediately, all seven kids had pelted me with snowballs. I drove my bike to the side of the road and let down on the ground. I quickly jumped behind a pile of snow on the other side of the street. I looked to check if I was at someone's lawn, but I was in luck, I was taking cover by a park. I took a pile of snow from the ground and started to crush it and form it into a ball. I quickly came up from behind cover and hurled the ball at Thomas, one of the kids. It pelted him in the leg and I got behind cover. I guess years of pitching practice in baseball can help you in other situations. I took a nothing helping of snow looked up from behind cover and threw it at Harold, their leader. He made a dramatic dying scene and we all laughed. I ran over to the group and we all high fived.

"Do you see the new episode of My Little Pony yesterday Mike?" I heard Chris ask. The members of the group were Harold, Antonio, Chris, Thomas, John, Larry, and Mick. We were all huge bronies, actually, we had all met on an MLP chat site.

"It wasn't bad nor good." I replied to him as only three others agreed. "The whole episode was about Fluttershy so, I give it a 3 out of 5." I said and soon, they all agreed.

"Nah, I ain't see it yet." Pointed out Mick. He was without a doubt the biggest of the group. He had blonde hair, and was wearing only a jacket and boots, no hat. "I recorded it and I'm gonna watch it when I get back."

I looked at my watch and my eyes widened, 9:30, I was late for work. My job was simple, all I had to do was sit behind a desk and look at possible new players for the MLB (Major League Baseball). "Listen guys, I gotta go scout. Any of y'all wanna come." I asked and Harold spoke up.

"I'll go, I just have to be home by five." The others said their goodbyes, and left for their homes. I took a helmet out of the back bag in my motorcycle and handed it to Harold. He took it and strapped it on. "Where are we going today?" He asked.

"Ah, I heard a few minor league players were in need of scouts. I volunteered and I have to be there in an hour." I told him and he nodded. I did the ignition progress again and drove off into the clear road.

It had taken us a few minutes to reach the outside of town. We lived in a small town so travel would take only a few minutes. I looked back at him and he asked a question, "So, what's wrong with Fluttershy?"

I chuckled. "I just don't see her as being a favourite character. Opinions are opinions, aren't they?" I asked him.

"Well yeah, but she is really good with animals. If I had a wild bear in my house, I'd wish she were there." He replied.

"We live in a suburban area. I highly doubt there would be any animals here." I said and he rolled his eyes. After a few more blocks, which had no buildings or trees on them, passed by, Harold pointed out something.

"Hey look dude it's a box, it says 'find a good home'." He looked at me with enthusiasm. "Wouldn't it be cool if it were like that fanfic me, you, and Mick read that had the filly Rainbow Dash?"

I chuckled and looked at him. "I wish that would happen." I said and started up my bike, but I heard a girlish gasp come from inside the box. We looked at each other and Harold got off the bike to go check it out. "Is it a Rainbow Dash?" I asked sarcastically. He gave me a "really?" look and laughed. He opened the book and I saw his eyes widen and the gasp again. "Well?"

"Its not a Rainbow Dash." He said in awe. "Its..." He started. "Wait, who was your favourite pony again?" He asked.

"The Cutie Mark Crusaders, why?" He looked back at the box and pulled out what was inside. My eyes widened at what he pulled out. Lying there in his arms, was a much too young Apple Bloom. "Holy shit dude!" I said.

"How do we know if it's not a dog or something?" He asked me.

"Dude, look at its eyes." He looked at Apple Bloom again and saw it had identical eyes compared to the one on the show. Golden brown with a hint of orange. "Lets take it back to my place and clean it off. If it were fake, the paint would come off."

He looked at me. "What about your scouting?" He asked looking me. The Apple Bloom fell asleep in his hands as he asked this. My choice was clear.

"I'll ask to reschedule, hop on!" I tell him. He ran over to the bike, lied the Apple Bloom down in the back bag, and clicked his helmet. We then drove off for my place.

It only took about the same amount of time to get back as it did to get to the box we had found, so we were at my house in no time at all. As soon as we got in, I called up the player and told him there has been a problem and that the scouting would be next week, same time. I hung up and walked over to Harold and the Apple Bloom. She looked up at me shivered in fear. I placed my hand on her mane and messed it up playfully. I noticed that she did not have her signature bow on her. She had worn that thing everywhere.

"What do we do first?" He asked me and I looked at him.

"We bathe it, maybe call over the guys if they're not busy." Apple Bloom looked up at us and used our conversation as a distraction to slip away. She had whimpered as she tried to stand up and and walk, but it looked as if she was too young. We noticed this and I scooped her up. She probably knew how much her looks made her cute, because she looked up at me with those adorable eyes. I shielded my eyes and I felt her trying to move them away. I laughed at this and turned her around so I could put my arm down from my eyes.

"Get a bucket from my garage, we'll bathe it and see what happens." He ran off to go get a bucket and I looked at the adorable little filly. It was trying to get out of my arms. I was surprised at how small and weak she was, it made me chuckle. Soon, Harold came up with the bucket and I poured warm water inside. I picked up the squirming Apple Bloom and placed it down in the bucket. At first she was scared, but she got used to the water and giggled as she splashed around in it. We both laughed at how cute it was.

We waited about 15 minutes before she reached to me and I pulled her out. I grabbed a towel from a rack next to me, it was a kitchen rag, but the only thing big enough, and rapped it around her. As soon as I let go, she fell and her hooves spread out. She looked at us whining and I helped her up.

"Its definitely real." I said overjoyed. "But, why would a baby Apple Bloom be here of all places." I questioned.

Harold answered. "Maybe it's like in the fanfiction?"

"Yeah, more likely." I replied. "Who's house will it stay at?"

"Yours." Answered Harold. "My mom would never allow pets in the house." He said with a groan.

"I do have a spare room." I said thinking. "I guess she could stay here. She squealed from the rag and fell again. We both laughed and I picked her up.

"I guess I'll be heading home." Harold said running towards the door. "I'll get the guys tomorrow!" He yelled as he ran out.

I yelled goodbye and with that, the door closed. I looked down at the Apple Bloom in my arms and smiled.

This was amazing!

Author's Note

Here is a series I would like to be popular. As you all might know, it was inspired by "My Little Dashie" fanfiction. I'll make the second chapter ASAP. See you guys next time!!!