Unnamed Applebloom story

Springtime in Ponyville, Equestria
Springtime on Dew Drops Street, which intersects with Elm Boulevard and which also continues West to a small schoolhouse. No doubt some of Ponyville's most brilliant minds were once taught here. Of course in a hick town like this, that bar is set fairly low. To the East, there lies a fairly large NEIGHborhood haha where the low income residents live. Thunder rumbles from the West and several gusts of wind blow to the East. If one were to take Elm Blvd South, they would find the town square with all manner of biodegradeable party favors littered about. Paper hats, streamers, conffetti, rice and other grass seeds, and of course flyers advertising a big event. The event being the wedding of one Acodobin Rebat and a pegasus stallion named Lontin Cerbi. The celebration was so massive that the local government decided it would be easier to have a weather crew schedule a storm to blow all of the papers away to a place where they can safely decompose.

To the North stands a massive castle that sits upon a crystal tree. It's newlywed occupants, a purple and an orange pony, lie asleep in a bed several times larger than either of them, having just consumated their marriage. Just outside of the castle there is a school. One where no actual curriculum is taught, instead it mainly focuses on teaching others how to get along, as well as also focusing on charisma. It is not ran by the state, or at least not directly and is entirely for profit. The tuition funds go into the bank account of one, now Mrs. Cerbi. One of two ponies who saw this school for what it was is currently sitting behind bars, while the other changed his mind after a certain headmistress paid him off. Rain begins to hit the outside of the school before quickly picking up and becoming a downpour.

Back to the south, we can see that the wind has done a marvelous job of removing the trash. Further down south, there are odly shaped houses that are spaced out.
This area is home to Ponyville's more wealthy residents. One house is shaped like a turntable, while another is shaped like a giant carousel. One structure is a concrete house with a brutalist design, providing a stark contrast to the relatively simplistic and warm architecture of the town. Even further south, we can see a small cottege that borders a wooded area. And that is where we begin our story.

Our story begins with a disgusting creature running around. It's grotesque, lumpy form slumps around lazily. The disgusting, pale pink hide is made clearer by the possible mange infestation. It's no wonder that in about two or mayber three weeks, the ponies who will discover this abomination will seek mental treatment or deny help entirely? Is it because this pinkish monstrocity may hold bigger answers than what is currently known. Who knows, because as that creature called deep in its recesses, it began to turn at our unknown source of lighting and look at something else. Something more primitive.
The creature currently sees the bolts of lightning and recognizes it's predicament. It may have a deep gash in its side. This thing knows that it must get to somewhere dry and it must do it quick.
Another flash of lightning illuminates the area, giving the thing a nice view of the area. To the north are trees, to the west are trees, to the south are more trees, but there are also marks in the mud that indicate some sort of dragging. To the east however, there is a cave, and hopefully one occupied by something miles friendlier than that lion looking thing from earlier. This bizzare, inconceivable creature slowly shuffles towards the caverns. Taking great care in keeping it's physical excersion, therefore pulse to a minimum. Nope, this is not its first tango with death; however, it will be its last. Becase, while it did not find any scary monsters in that cave, it also found nothing at all. And while I would like to tell you that death from exposure is peaceful, and sort of like falling asleep, we both know that would be a lie. On this day though, the gods decided to grant the creature one last mercy and let it bleed out before it completely froze to death.

While I said that that was the beginning of the story, in reality, our story really begins with a small pony by the name of Sibo Kran