The New Pony In The Town

I roll of my bed and I fall to the ground with a thud. I get to my hooves. Last night I had gotten to bed late because a certain pink pony had made a welcome party for me. I rush out of my shack of a house that I had gotten for a bag of bits.

I rush down the town looking for breakfast. I friend of mine had told me that for the first week after you have moved you have take out food. I wanted to abide to every just moved pony rule. I buy a box of blue berry waffles from a stand. I sit at a bench watching the passer by ponies. A earth pony runs toward me then so fast that he trips over one of the legs of the bench. I gasp. I then quickly flick my horn. I pull the pony up so he is on his hooves.

"Hello." He says.

"And you are..." I say.

"I was at the party."

"And your name is?"

"Fred."

"Ahh Fred. I totally remember you.

"That's nice."

"Thank you for falling in."

"Its my pleasure." He turn around and trots of ever so carefully.