My Magical Happy Pony Adventure!

By Mark Kettelcamp

It was one of those magical days. Birds were merrily singing, bees were buzzing about, joyfully gathering pollen, and the ponies pranced about the fields under a sunny, blue sky.

It was this day that I saw the prettiest pony in the herd. Its huge eyes looked at me as if to say "lets play", and I knew we'd be the best of friends! I reached into my satchel and pulled out a juicy, ruby red apple. I held out the apple, and the pony slowly came towards me, and gently started to eat the apple. I patted it on the neck as it ate, and slowly rubbed my hand through its soft mane. "I think your name should be Shooting Star, how does that sound?" I asked. The pony nodded, having just finished eating.

It then looked at me as if to say "jump on my back friend, lets go exploring!" and with a mighty leap, I threw myself onto the pony and we pranced off to frolic in the fields.

It was truly a halcyon day. The zephyr breezes blew around us as we rode past quaint country roads and majestic mountains. "Let’s go to my house for some lunch" I said after many hours of sight-seeing. The pony nodded and gave of a small neigh of agreement.

We rode to my country cottage, and I led the pony into the back where a small red barn stood with its doors agape. I motioned the pony to come inside, exclaiming "wait till my niece sees you! She'll be so thrilled!" "I hope oats are ok?" I queried as the pony made its way inside.

Then, once it was in the center of the barn, I pulled a lever. The floor opened up and the pony fell. A brief whinny could be heard amongst the cacophony of machinery. Pistons pumped, gears turned, and steam hissed as the clockwork symphony played. Within minutes a conveyor belt started up, and small white jars with white, viscous syrup began to move across it like soldiers marching through a town, victorious. Each jar sported label
with the image of a pony and the name "Star Glue" on the front.

I grabbed one and headed into the cottage where my niece sat on the floor, coloring sunny fields with crayons, and humming a small happy song to herself. "Look what I have!" I said, presenting the jar of glue to her. "YAY!" she exclaimed, grabbing the glue from me, and setting it down next the old empty glue jar. "Look what I drew!" she said excitedly while holding up her drawing for me to see. She pointed to various parts of the picture and explained "This is me, and that's bunny… we're having lunch with the
ponies. We're eating apples!" "Yes" I said, smiling and patting her on the head "ponies love apples..."