The Water’s Fine!

If you’ve ever gotten to read any of my fan fiction, you may have noticed that in every story Baby Firefly has at least one accident. Why is Baby Firefly so clumsy? Well, it goes back to the day that I got her.

I got Baby Firefly for my seventh birthday, and instantly fell in love with her. All of my cousins were at my birthday party, and when we decided to play outside I took Baby Firefly along so she could fly around the field beside our house. After a while, though, I got tired of carrying her, so I set her down on the edge of a trailer we used for hauling wood sometimes.

When I came back later, I noticed Baby Firefly had disappeared. I panicked and started looking around for her desperately. Finally, I glanced in the trailer, and saw Baby Firefly at the bottom, floating in a pool of rusty rainwater. When I pulled her out, she was coated in rust and the ringlets in her hair had tightened into tiny little curls. I rushed her inside and ran to the bathroom. The rust washed off her body easily, but I was having a hard time getting some of it out of her hair. I decided to comb the rest of it out, and when I passed the comb through her hair it turned into a frizzy mess. She looked pretty funny with her blue afro, and I decided right then that she was a klutz.

Roast Duck

Okay, this one didn’t happen to me, but I was there and saw these events firsthand. This is probably the most horrifying of my stories. It all began at my cousin’s birthday party. My birthday was a month before hers, and I had gotten a Baby Quackers, who she totally fell in love with. Luckily for her, she got a Baby Quackers of her own that October for her birthday.

The party was a really big get-together that year, because two of our other cousins, whose birthdays were also in October, were in town. We were all having a lot of fun, except for one boy who kept picking on my cousin. We kept ignoring him, and he eventually left us alone.

That night, the boys in the family built this huge bonfire and were popping firecrackers left over from Independence Day. We went outside to watch, and my cousin set Baby Quackers down on the tailgate of her dad’s truck. We were having a blast popping firecrackers, when all of a sudden we smelled burning plastic. Baby Quackers was gone.

My cousin and I knew that the mean boy at the party had thrown Baby Quackers into the bonfire, but nobody saw him do it. Since we couldn’t prove anything his mom wouldn’t pay for another pony, adding that my cousin should have been watching her toys more carefully. She never got another Baby Quackers.

Fashion Victim

As I got older I started sewing all sorts of outfits for my ponies to wear. I was really proud of some of them, and had my ponies model them on one of the shelves in my room.

I had gotten all the mail order Collector’s Ponies recently, except Cotton Candy, who I already had. Butterscotch was one of my favorites, so I decided she’d model one of my dresses along with the pink bridle from the Show Stable. It was so cute that I left her like that for quite some time. Unfortunately, it was too long. I learned the hard way that after a while ponies will absorb colors from objects on them. Butterscotch has permanent pink lines on her face where the bridle had been.

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