Fluttershy's Nature Show

There is no sound for the first several shots. They're also exclusively black and white, and a little bit blurry. However, what can be seen in the blurriness are creatures unlike all of the others in the area. They're bipedal, and seem to have long, crooked legs and thin, segmented tails. Any details on their face are obscured by the angles of the camera.

The first shot is three of them walking through a grassy section of the woods just outside of a lakeside beach. The second has three more, or possibly the same three, harassing a cow late at night. The third depicts just one, gnawing on the wooden pillar on a farmhouse porch, bolting and showing its wings as the pillar snaps and drops part of the roof. The fourth and final shows two of them walking past, as one bends down and picks up a stick, before they both disappear into the trees.

"You're going to attach those to the beginning in editing, right?" says Fluttershy as the feed switches over to a shot of her walking toward a farmhouse. There is a pasture of cows just over her shoulder.

"That's right," smiles Twilight. "Why don't you tell the camera what's going on?"

Fluttershy turns to the camera. "Is it on?"

"It is now."

Fluttershy points to the farmhouse. "The farmer that lives here and raises these cows has recently been plagued by attacks from an unknown source. At first, he thought it was a bunch of teenagers taking drugs and targeting him because he lives alone out here. He called the guards, but with no proof, they couldn't arrest the kids, especially since he couldn't identify which ones did it. I mean, good on the guards for not arresting all of the local kids to find out who the culprits are, but that doesn't really help the cows.

"However, they did tell him to put up some small trail cameras to record different parts of his property. He bought two dozen fairly cheap ones, as he has a lot of land and not a lot of extra money. What he found in the recordings were not drunk or high children, but something that is obviously some kind of creature. After showing the guards, they agreed to patrol around the boundary of his property, but after a few of them came back with stories of falling unconscious suddenly and waking up hours later with bite marks, they called a biologist.

"So with all that we know, we can tell that whatever this is, it's most active at night. We have night-vision goggles to see what's happening in the dark, and we plan to stay out here tonight to capture some better footage. The more we know, the more effective we can be in bringing one in for study. Let me reiterate; we're not out here to trap it or stop it, we're here to figure out the best way to do so without causing it any harm."

"It's really exciting for me, too," adds Twilight. "The biologist couldn't identify the creature, meaning we may be looking at the discovery of our lifetime. A brand-new species, never before seen by pony kind! That's spectacular! We'll probably be on the team of ponies that name it because of this."

"More importantly," adds Fluttershy, "we are the first to find out what kind of care these creatures need, and how to keep them safe and happy. This is imperative, and may lead to us not having to catch one in the first place, if we can drum up a volunteer to come willingly. The less violent we can be, the better."

"Oh, of course. I have no desire to cause them any amount of harm. But we can't just let them keep terrorizing the cows, either."

"Right. We need to be careful, but decisive. Hopefully, no creatures will be harmed in the making of this documentary."

She reaches up and rings the doorbell. The farmhouse is small and cozy, with a simple, comforting design. That said, it's certainly showing a fair amount of age. The paint is chipping off in spots, a few of the deck boards for the porch are warped and beginning to come apart, and of course, the beam that had been chewed through was sistered to a single 100mm x 100mm unpainted timber with a handful of steel bolts. It wasn't a pretty fix, but it did help hold the roof up and kept the splintered crack above from becoming much worse.

After waiting for not very long, a rather portly man walked around the side of the house. He's wearing a blue flannel shirt, carpenter pants, and big black boots. He was sporting a shoulder-length haircut and a trimmed beard. "Y'all the gals with the geologist to catch that critter?"

"Biologist," corrects Twilight. "Geologist are the ones that study rocks."

"Right, sorry. You'll have to forgive my ignorance. I didn't pay much mind to the finer details in school. Results-oriented thinkin', ya understand." He reached into his back pocket and wiped some oil from his hands on a rag. "I was just out in the barn. Dang lathe is busted."

"Well, we just wanted to let you know that we're here to collect more information. We want to help solve this problem for you." Twilight wiggles the camera a bit. "If you can tell us where they've been most active, we'd like to set ourselves up there and see what kind of information we can extrapolate from that."

"I don't know what extrapolate means, but they seem to be focused mostly in a general 'that way' direction." He waves his arm, indicating a fairly wide section near a large cluster of trees. "I wish I could be more accreate for ya, but if I knew where they come from, I'd have probably already sent y'all a body to look at. More than one, even. However, since all they done is scare the cows and eat my house, I'm willin' ta make a deal. They stop botherin' us, and I won't harm a hair on their little green heads."

Fluttershy cocks her head to the side. "They're green?"

"Found out this mornin'. Anyway, y'all said you was bringin' a tent?"