Pony Story - The Pony From Outer Space

It was a dark and starry night.

Jellybean and Candycorn lay in the meadow, gazing up at the beautiful evening sky, and trying to count all the stars. There were just too many of them, though, and many of the ones they could see were winking in and out, and looking so small that sometimes the ponies were not sure they really were seeing stars at all.

"That's called the 'Teapot'," Candycorn said knowledgably as she pointed to a constellation of stars that traced the outline of an enormous teapot that seemed to fill the sky.

"And that's the 'Big Dipper'," Jellybean pointed in turn to yet another constellation that looked like a soup-ladle. "And what's that over there?"

"That's called a shooting star," Candycorn sighed in wonder as a streak of white light flashed across the dark skies. "I wonder where it came from?"

"...or where it's falling?" Jellybean wondered. "I wish Dreamweaver were here with us tonight; she knows everything there is to know about stars and planets."

"Maybe, then, she would know about those. Look there, by the Belt of orion." Candycorn was pointing to what looked like a pair of shooting stars, except these were not falling down. They were falling up!

Jellybean gave a gasp of surprise as the two stars actually flew across each other, turned in a circle, and sailed off in opposite directions.

"They looked as if they were alive! They were moving all by themselves!" she cried.

"That is very strange indeed," Candycorn agreed.

"Maybe we should go home now," Jellybean suggested. "Stars that can move by themselves are kind of creepy."

"You're right," Candycorn stood up. "We'll take a shortcut home through the woods."

So they started for home at once, but they didn't go very far before they noticed a strange, glowing light in the woods that had never been seen there before. The two little poines stared in the direction of the glow, and thought they heard strange sounds, like music coming from the trees.

"If that's music," Jellybean whispered, "then I don't like it."

"Neither do I," said Candycorn. "It's wierd and spooky-sounding. Let's get out of here."

They started to trot a little faster when they spotted a clearing in the trees, and to their great surprise they saw a round, silver ball glowing like a star. There were little green lights blinking on and off all around the middle of it. And before the two friends could do or say a thing, a small round door fell open. And out stepped...

A pony. A very small, green pony with very big, very black eyes, and a sparkling blanket on her back - deep blue, with gold stars, and twinkling as if it were covered with diamonds.

"As I live and breath, it's a pony!" Jellybean gasped very quietly.

They hoped to slip away unnoticed, but the tiny pony had already seen them, and she spoke in a very odd little voice.

"Xrytrix gootchulu hum neevah." the pony said.

"I-I beg your pardon?" Jellybean asked bravely.

"Xrytrix gootchulu hum neevah--whazzit wizzi?"

"I don't think she speaks English," Candycorn whispered.

"I quite see that. But what does she speak? I've never seen or heard of a pony like this before."

The little green pony looked sad, then she spoke in a louder voice, saying, "Please take me to your leader."

The two friends were dumbfounded. "We don't have a leader," Jellybean said, "--Well, not exactly a leader. We have a princess and her ponies-in-waiting, but the Magic Unicorn is the guardian of all the ponies."

The green pony smiled an odd smile, for she had no teeth. "I am called Roswell. What are you called?"

"She wants to make friends!" the two ponies looked at each other in relief, then Candycorn spoke out, "My name is Candycorn, and this is my best friend, Jellybean. We all live in Dream Castle."

"I live in the planet Poniopticon G3," Roswell said cheerfully. "I came here to see what Earth was like. Can we be friends?"

Well, of course "being friends" was what the ponies did best, so at once they invited Roswell to come to Dream Castle with them and meet other ponies.

It was so late when they reached the castle that almost all the lights were out, so they had to slip in very quietly. Roswell was hungry and sleepy, so they sneaked into the kitchen to find her a midnight snack. Who should be there, but Amadea, helping herself to some chocolates.

"Oh my goodness!" Amadea gasped when she looked at the tiny pony beside her friends. "Who on earth is this?"

"She's on earth, all right," said Candycorn, but she's not from Earth."

"Her name is Roswell, and she's from Poniopticon G3." Jellybean added.

"Well...oh, she's very cute, I can see." Amadea looked worried, "but what will the others think? We've never had a pony from Outer Space here before." But she offreed Roswell some choclates all the same, and a glass of milk to wash them down with.

"She can sleep in our roon," Jellybean offered helpfully. "She wants us to take her to our Leader, so I suppose we can introduce her to the Princess tomorrow."

Amadea shook her head. "No, that will not do at all. The Princess is not at home, and only some of her ponies-in-waiting are still here. I don't know what they will say."

"Well, we'll worry about that in the morning," Jellybean asssured her, and she and Candycorn slipped off to their bedroom, Roswell trotting happily along beside them, making happy little alien noises as she went."

Roswell spent the night with her new friends, sleeping on the ceiling and completely upside down. It looked most uncomfortable and disturbing, but she seemed to sleep quite well. In any case, she slept better than Jellybean of candycorn, who kept expecting her to fall off!

The following morning, they all went down to the big dining hall for breakfast, and to their surprise, word had already gotten around about the strange little visitor from beyond.

Ponies were everywhere, staring at Roswell, whispering about her, and asking all kinds of questions. A few ponies went to greet her, but drew back in shock when they discovered her shiny green skin was sticky and slippery, like a frog's!

"Ooooh! That feels awful!" cried Forsythia - then clapped a hoof over her mouth with embarassment. "Sorry," she added.

"And her eyes! I've never seen eyes like those!" whispered Triple-Treat, "Just like great big, black oblongs!"

The ponies of course did not intend to sound mean, but they were so amazed by the pony from Outer Space that they were acting very thoughtless. Roswell's happy smile began to fade.

"Can she eat breakfast like we can?" asked Wisteria. "Maybe she'd like worms or rocks or something else."

"I think she eats the same things we do," said Amadea, looking offended. "Why don't you ask her?" And she pulled up a place at the table for Roswell, who was not looking happy at all. "Here, Rozzie, this breakfast should suit you just fine."

But it wasn't just fine, and the disappointed look on Roswell's face said it all. The fried apples, scrambled eggs, bacon and toast-with-jam might have been very appetizing to the ponies, but to Roswell it looked frightful.

"What is it?" she asked. "It doesn't look very good.

So she sat and watched while the other ponies ate, and they continued asking her questions that she either couldn't answer or which made her feel very strange and somehow unwanted.

"The princess may not be home," said Jellybean, when they had finished, but the ponies-in-waiting might be able to help. They are usually very nice, especially to newcomers."

So they went to the courtyard garden where the ponies-in-waiting were all playing badminton with a baby Bushwooly and feeding the goldfish. They were especially pretty ponies, with jewels and sparkles on their hips, and there were quite a few of them. They were also surrounded by fat, furry little Bushwoolies, the darling friends and pets of Princess Tiffany, who looked like a bunch of many-colored balls of fur with huge blue eyes and friendly smiles. They did not seem to mind at all being used as shuttlecocks for badminton.

Valenshy and Periwinkle put down their rackets and trotted over to look check out the new pony, which of course was their job - but they were quite surprised to discover that this pony was very different from all the rest. After a brief discussion, they were all very concerned.

"She sleeps on the ceiling and she can't eat our food, and she feels and looks like a pond frog." Valenshy shook her head. "I don't know where she can fit in. Maybe she should go back home."

Roswell's head hung lower and lower.

That was when the Court Jester showed up. One was a brightly colored pony with a huge ruffled collar full of bells, and his name was Harlequin. Her companion was purple, green and gold, but this pony, named MardiGras, was one of the fabulous flying ponies.

"What do you think?" asked Harlequin, but MardiGras shook her head.

"All flying ponies come have wings," she said. "This little one clearly has none."

Then a familiar voice spoke, "why don't we all stop talking so much and making her feel so awful? Let's just take her to see the Magic Unicorn. He always knows what's best."

The voice belonged to Dreamcatcher, whom Jellybean, Candycorn and Amadea had met on Butterfly Island. They had never guessed that she was a pony-in-waiting, but the jewels on her tattoo mark gave her away.

It was agreed by all that this was a wise decision, and Dreamcatcher quickly greeted her friends before taking a close look at little Roswell. "You are certainly a pony, even if you are a little different and come from far away, but if you can't eat our food, then there are going to be some serious problems.

"I can't go back to my own planet, though," Rosewell said sadly. "My space ship is broken and I can't fix it. I don't suppose any of you can fix it, either."

"Maybe the Magic Unicorn can," suggested Harlequin. "He can fix anything."

And so the ponies, with little Roswell beside them, left the castle altogether and walked off into the Woods, which were always clean and beautiful, and they walked until they came to the abode of the Magic Unicorn.

The ponies approached the Magic Unicorn with awe and respect. They loved him with all their hearts, for he was the wisest person on four legs, and he was the guardian of all that lived in Ponyland. He was as white as snow, with a chain of lavendar flowers and pearls around his neck. The ponies bowed as they approached. "Good day, little ponies," the Magic unicorn smiled. His smile was as warm and kind as a summer day, and his voice as sweet as Spring. "What can i do for you?"

The ponies knew that the Magic Unicorn must have known what they wanted, but Dreamcatcher asked anyway, "Please, Majesty - this little pony fell out of the sky and came from a distant star, but she has no way home."

The Magic Unicorn touched Roswell with his soft, silvery nose and said gently, "Sometimes we are brought to new places for a reason, and if this pony can't go home, perhaps it means that this is meant to be her new home."

"But where can I sleep and what can I eat?" asked roswell sadly, for her tummy was vry empty.

"I think that can be taken care of. Come with me."

And the Magic unicorn put all of the ponies on his back and he carried them deep into the woods. Suddenly there was the sound of laughter, and happy voices. And in the clearing were two cheerful-looking ponies with summery sunbonnets on their heads, and alongeside them were five baby ponies, most of them also wearing sunbonnets. They were catching butterflies and putting them in large bug jars.

"I would like all of you to meet Daisy Bee and Avalonia, who take care of all the orphaned ponis in Ponyland."

Daisy Bee and Avalonia were fresh-faced and cute, and they both bowed to the Magic Unicorn. "Good day, Majesty," they said in one voice, "What can we do for you?"

"I have a new little friend for you who has come from very far away. Her name is Roswell. Will that suit you?"

Roswell's eyes suddenly brightened, for there in the grass were huge blossoms of pink and white clover. It was just the sort of thing she wanted for breakfast.

"Welcome to Ponyland, little friend," Avalonia laughed with a big, happy laugh. "You are just in time tohelp us catch some butterflies!" And sure enough, she and Daisy Bee were catching all sorts of bugs with their butterfly net. There were butterflies, dragonflies, and striiped bumblebees.

"We keep them in bug jars for a while," Daisy Bee explained, "watch them to see what they do, then we let them go when it gets dark..."

"...and sometimes we catch fireflies and toads and lizards, too!" laughed one of the baby ponies. "They are such fun to watch."

"These five babies are orphans, Jellybean," the Magic Unicorn explained softly. "Daisy bee and Avalonia take care of them all, and that seems to me the best and safest place for our new little friend."

Nothing more needed to be said, because already the orphans had accepted Roswell as one of their own, and she froliced with them, eating sweet clovers - as well as a few of the bugs, which she seemed to find very tasty. And if she could float up in the air and walk underside the tree branches, that was quite a game, too.

She hardly even seemed to notice the other ponies any more.

"You see?" said the Magic Unicorn, "She is right where ahe belongs and she'll be happy. And the four of you can come visit her whenever you wish."

The four friends turned around to thank him, but the Magic Unicorn was gone. He had simply vanished into thin air.

"Well! Well, I guess that's that!" said Amadea.

"I suppose we can go back now," Jellybean agreed. And very quietly, the four friends slipped away, back to Dream castle.

"It's been a long morning, and I suppose we should all have lunch," Candycorn reminded them.

"And I have to get back to minding the Bushwoolies in the royal courtyad," Dreamweaver said.

"And i have some music to play," Amadea remembered, for the picture of Mozart on her hip was starting to tickle, which meant it was music time."

They spent the rest of the day doing the things they liked to do best, and that night before they went to bed, they all sat on the windowseat of Amadea's bedroom and watched the bright, shining stars as they twinkled far out in Space."

"I'm glad we met a pony from outer space," Candycorn smiled. "She turned out to be very nice. But what is that?"

Over the distant tops of trees, the ponies were certain they could see a bright, glowing ball of silver slowly drop down from the sky and land in the forest. Seconds later, it was followed by another.

"You don't suppose...?" Amadea gasped in a frightened little whisper.

"Here go again!" sighed jellybean.

Tomorrow was going to be another interesting adventure, after all.

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