Translation of "Ya Es Hora" Anon.

>You are Anonymous.
>You've been stuck in this cell for who knows how long.
>It's really terrible what American will do when faced with foreigners.
>It's even more terrible that they still act this way in what is a foreign coutry, even if all the ponies do speak English.
>You really had high hopes when you first arrived. You were going to be a cowboy in Appleoosa.
>People would write folk songs about you, and you'd introduce a new language into the world.
>But no, these people have to be so wrapped up in their own lives that they consider you a nuisance.
>They kept repeating "No Es Hora" at you as they forced you in here.
>But the worst of it is your cell mate.

>You are Anonymous.
>And our grandmother always told you, if you only had one shot to not let it slip away.
>That you better never let it go.
>And surpisingly, you have found this in the cell mate you were so scared of for as long as you were stuck in there with him.
>When he told you he was planning on breaking out, you got on your knees and begged him to take you along. That you only wanted to go to Appleoosa.
>He seemed to have understood you, and now the two of you are running through the Everfree, with various pegasus in hot pursuit.
>Well, he's running, you're riding along on his back. There's no way you would be able to keep up with him on only your two feet.
>He shouts something back at you, but you can't really understand.
>You decide to just hold on tighter in case a low hanging branch is coming
>You fell weightless, the wind whips your face. The forest stops moving past you from front to back and instead moves from bottom to top.
>You both hit the water at the same time.