What Makes Me Special

I've been wandering through these depressing woods for countless hours. Slowly making my way by using small clearings as a path to travel on while occasionally having to cut through the thicker parts. I make sure to ease through thorns as they scrape along my skin light enough not to draw blood. Sometimes getting tangled in dense collections of vines bringing me to a halt and leaving me defenseless against whatever creatures are hidden within the depths of the moon lit forest. Always keeping calm as I tear through the rough rope-like vines holding me against my will. Most of the time I spend traveling through the taunting vines and thorns in darkness using my senses to maneuver the rough terrain as I struggle to keep a steady pace. A constant feeling of being watched leaves me paranoid as I make it to a slight clearing serving as a pit stop for me to catch my bearings. Looking around I see nothing but a thick overgrowth of tall grass and again more vines traveling from tree to tree, passing as an infestation slowly consuming the dense forest that I'm currently a captive of.

"Why don't I remember anything from before this?" Is the main thought flowing through my mind, already exhausted with questions of where and why I am here from previous hours of self interrogation.

I soon leave my moon lit safety to continue my journey out of here, wherever here is. Traveling through countless patches of brush and past mind numbing amounts of trees have the effects of my fatigue bring me to my knees . My head begins to throb and a feeling of nausea consumes me making me loose the lunch that I never had to begin with. Gasping for air, I struggle to catch my breath as I fight the burning sensation in my lungs from the crisp midnight air. I slowly get to my feet and use some vines to form a make-shift hammock to rest for the night. I lay there gazing skyward through half closed eyelids making me strain my eyes to spot the stars due to the forests' canopy attempting to isolate me from the outside world. Ignoring the abnormal sounds of the nocturnal I find myself slowly drifting to sleep.

...ZZZZzzz...

After another uneventful day of aimless walking I'm forced to scavenge for food in a world completely new to me. Finding several bits of fruit in trees I satisfy my hunger and find the snacks to be pleasant in taste. Their red color appealing and inviting as if wanting to be eaten, once biting into them my taste buds are welcomed with the apples juicy yet sweet taste making me dive in for another bite. I look around and notice that the forest isn't as dense here and the wild jungle life has been maintained in order to keep it from spreading. After my snack I travel further when a faint noise catches my attention, the sound of knocking on wood.

The sound echoes through the trees making it seem like it's coming from every direction. I pick a random path and listen as the sound increases in volume signaling that I'm closing the gap between me and the source. Within minutes I find the suspect causing the racket and am surprised to see a pony. From a distance I observe the pony and notice that that it comes up to my neck in height and is a colorful shade of red. Given the features of a Clydesdale it is miniature in size but makes up with it's strength, on it's flank is a green apple with a small portion of it cut out. With each kick from the pony it sends apples falling from the tree into perfectly placed buckets on the ground below.

"whew...",I sigh in relief knowing that it's just a pony and nothing dangerous, " It's just a horse" I remark quietly under my breath but quickly recoil as the red pony's ears twitch  and his movements come to a halt as he listens intently to his surroundings.

"Who's there?" The pony questions in a deep voice letting me know that it's a male. Wait it talks!

"What the hell!" I shout without thinking, my mind completely blown. Taking my outburst as a threat he lowers his stance as he faces in my direction.

"Watch'ya doin on my farm?" The pony ask, obviously taking control of the situation as he stares daggers towards the tree that I'm cowering behind.

"Ummm... my name is Rodney and I honestly have no idea where I am, just trying to find my way home." Still shaken from his ability to speak, that was all that I could come up with. I take a sneak peak and notice that his outward appearance seems to relax. Calmly he answers my statement.

"Well right now yer on my farm, Sweet Apple Acres." With that I step from behind the tree and can see him tense up at the sight of me. His expression goes blank as he stares at me, troubled by the way I look since it wasn't something that he was expecting. Understanding his curiosity I comply and explain further.

"Sorry but I don't remember anything leading up to yesterday, I just remember waking up in there." I say as I point to the forest that I came from. Concern forms on his face as he looks me up and down.

"hmmm..." Deep in thought he stands there thinking about what he should do with me. I just shrug my shoulders and sit down with my legs crossed.

"Follow me." was all he said as he started walking off leaving his work behind. I jump to my feet and follow him to wherever he is taking me. Making sure to keep my distance I ask him

"Well now that you know my name could you tell me yours?" Without much thought he replies

"Big Macintosh but ya can call me Big Mac fur short." Deciding not to ponder why his name makes you hungry I continue to follow him to his mysterious destination.

"Any idea where we are headed Big Mac?"

"To a friend of mine, she might be able ta help with yer problem."