Story of Maverick- Chapter 1: Small Town, Small Trouble

The afternoon sun painted the sky orange, bathing Farron in a soft glow. Farron didn’t have much to its name and the ponies who lived there had even less. Everypony with anything had a small patch of land to claim as their own and a shabby hut or shack to take shelter in. The typical atmosphere of the village was almost as lifeless as the land each farmer slaved over. The villagers claimed collective possession of the village because it was the most anypony could own. However, there was one more thing Farron had: a little troublemaker.

“Get back here, you li’l rat wit’ wings,” shouted a gray-speckled stallion.

Three feet ahead of him was a green colt, cackling devilishly as he ran from the older pony. The colt held in his teeth a large potato, a yield rarely found in Farron’s poor soil.

“I’m not a rat, I’m a BAT,” the colt mumbled through the spud.

With a few flaps of his bat wings, the young Pegasus was in the air and farther ahead of his pursuer. The stallion snorted in fury and stomped a hoof. Just when the younger pony thought he was in the clear, he saw the ground getting closer

Scarlet Plume paced nervously in front of her door. She made it a strict practice as a mother to always keep her children in sight—or at least know where they are. When her fourth child snuck off that morning, she panicked as soon as she noticed he was gone. Scarlet knew he was likely to get into some kind of trouble if left unsupervised.

“Where could he be?”

Moments later, Scarlet saw a villager walking up to her home with a simmering scowl. She knew that scowl meant trouble.

“If I remember right, this little snot is one’a yours, Plume,” the Earth stallion growled. Scarlet looked behind him to see a little green colt with a guilty grin.

“Maverick!”

“Heh heh. Hi ma.”

Scarlet looked at the brown stallion and gulped nervously.

“What’s wrong, Russet?”

Russet’s eye twitched as his ears flattened against his head and he gritted his teeth.

“What’s wrong? I’ll tell ya what’s wrong!”

Russet pointed a hoof at Maverick, his teeth grinding.

“This punk is what’s wrong! I caught your kid rompin’ through my field, nosin’ around.”

Scarlet Plume gave Maverick a scolding glance, then turned her attention back to Russet.

“He’s a little colt, Russet. It’s only natural for him to play around and be curious.”

Russet stomped a hoof and barked “don’t you defend him yet, missy! I ain’t even told you what I’m really boilin’ about!”

The farmer heatedly told Scarlet Plume about how he caught Maverick stealing his potatoes.

“Hey,” Maverick protested. “You only saw me with one potato and it wasn’t even on your land!”

“I saw you kick it off my property!”

Maverick snorted defiantly and retorted “So you saw me take one potato. What’s the big deal?”

Scarlet could see Russet was close to exploding, so she pulled her son away from the enraged older pony.

“I will give my son a strong talking to and make sure his punishment fits his wrong.”

Russet glared at Maverick, who stuck his tongue out, then let out a snort.

“Fine,” he said. “But you be sure to also give him a good kick from me.”

Scarlet gave Maverick a disappointed frown, to which he responded with a sheepish chuckle.

“Inside, Maverick.”

Author's Note

I do not own My Little Pony™, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic™ or any of the characters or ideas within them. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic™ is the property of Lauren Faust and Hasbro™. All I own is this story and the original characters within. Enjoy.