A poisoned apple.

He put the tattered brown hat back on his head; adjusted the bag over his shoulder and checked to make sure nothing was broken. "OWWW! Still very sore and hurts to walk, but I guess that's just it, I'll have to walk it all off." Danny was so preoccupied with assessing the situation, that he didn't notice a red rubber ball bouncing and squeaking toward him. When he did, he picked it up and examined it it curiously. someone had to have throw it this way but who'd?...

"Hey mister?" A soft, little girlish voice asked the older boy from behind. "Can I get mah ball back please?" He turned and looked to see a tiny little filly, with a cream colored coat and apple red hair. She had her mane playfully held up with a red ribbon, the boy would have found it almost...cute...if he wasn't a boy.

"You mean this thing?" He asked the tiny creature before him, holding it out to her with a pleased smile on his face, hoping with everything that she couldn't see through his disguise hopefully pass of as a scarecrow, maybe.

"Yeah, that's mine and I'd like it back if you'd be so kind." She said glaring at him almost, suspiciously.

"Of course of course, how could I be so rude, you can have your toy back little girl." He said in an almost mockingly so, sickly sweet demeanor. As he casually tossed it back to the little redheaded filly with a chuckle.

"Hey mister?" she asked bouncing her ball of her flanks playfully, her attitude having been softened by getting her toy back. "I've been meaning to ask."

"Yes?" Danny replied reaching into his bag, his fingers almost, on their own accord wrapping around the long smooth plastic of the syringe tube. 'What? Why am I reaching for this? I swore not to...' He said internally.

"What in blue blazes are ya'll supposed to be mister? Don't look like any pony I've ever seen." She said eyeing the strange creature up inquisitively. The boy felt his face sweat a bit as he struggled with his hand inside the bag, trying to get it to put the syringe of goblin fear poison down but he couldn't help but feel a deep growing urge to take it and plunge it right at the tiny; helpless, little filly in front of him. Just to shut her up and giver her something to really be afraid off.

"Why I'm, a scarecrow missy. A perky chipper scarecrow given life by miss Twilight's magic." He said gritting his teeth suppressing the urge to gag on the bile burning a hole in his throat.

"Hey that's Princess Twilight to you Mr. Scarecrow, mah big sister said she's a big tough Allicorn now."

"Did she now?" He asked gasping a bit as he curled his finger up hard around something in his bag.

"Yeah....hey are you ok mister?" Applebloom asked noticing how the strange thing (that she KNEW was no scarecrow) was doubled over holding his tummy like he had eaten one too many bad apples. He let out soft gasps as he drew his hand from the bag around his shoulder.

"Come here Miss?..." He paused snapping his fingers trying to recall if he knew her name.

"Applebloom." She replied still on her guard.

"Applebloom, I'm got a little something for such a sweet little filly like you." He said his hand now out fully and his composure somewhat restored.

"Sorry Mister, but mah Granny Smith always said not take things from strangers." She said about to turn on her hooves and walk away.

"Very wise of your Gram Gram Applebloom Very wise." A very vaguely familiar memory seemed to be speaking on the boy's behalf now. "You are little Applebloom, and I am Danny the dancing scarecrow." He said doing a little jig for the little filly, which honestly made the little one laugh in amusement. "Now that we know each other, will you accept what I have for you?" He said twirling his fingers of his free hand over the closed one, the filly almost didn't notice him doing so.

"Well...I...I guess so, I mean I guess It couldn't hurt...."