"Jack, Jack, What Have They Done To You?"

Caroline woke up. This wasn't her room. She looked. She had hoofs.

"Wow, um, mummy!" Caroline yelled. A red mare with a green mane came galloping in.

"What's wrong, Applejack?" the mare asked. Caroline looked around the small bedroom.

Am I Applejack... or Caroline? Caroline thought. She looked at the worried pony and nodded.

"Nothing... Sorry it was only a bad dream," Caroline replied. The mare nodded and walked out the door. Applejack sighed. She stood up, and fell.

Okay, you've rode Macaroni millions of times, you can be a pony, too! Caroline thought. She put one hoof in front of the other.

Walking, check.

Okay... Running... Running... Caroline thought. Where to run?

The room was small, the bed taking up most of the space. A small dresser was tucked away into the corner, and only two feet of space in the middle of the room. Caroline stood up and ran in a circle until she was dizzy.

Running... check.

She opened up the door with her hoof.

But I don't have thumbs... The house was tiny and very old-fashioned.

Mummy doesn't like old-fashion things Caroline thought.

"Hey, sugar cube!" a stallion with orange skin and red hair laughed. A small foal was sitting down, eating eggs, and a newborn filly sat in a booster seat.

"AJ, Momma made us some eggs," the foal said. He gobbled down a big mouthful of eggs.

"Thank you, mommy..." Caroline thanked. She sat in a wobbly seat and started to eat. Umm... Yummy.

"Ya'll better not be a eatin' Cherry Tree's eggs without me!!!" an elderly pony exclaimed.

"I'mma sorry, Granny Smith!" the foal apologized.

"Nah, don't bother me. Eat up, family!" Granny yelled.

Caroline politely ate her plate up.

"I'm full," Caroline said.

"Aw, no seconds? I used a dozen eggs," Cherry Tree said.Caroline nodded.

"Yes, and thank you for that."

"Nice use of grammer, sis," Macintosh said.

"Imma be apple buckin if ya need me," the bigger stallion said. He walked out the door.