My Little Intruder

>Firewood, the curse of the winter.
>You wipe some of the sweat off your forhead that has gathered even through the cold winter.
>Not far away you can see the clouds coming.
"Ugh, time to start hauling this wood inside".
>You go up to your front door and prop it open so that it will be easier to move in and out.
>As you work hard to get all of the firewood inside it starts to snow as you work.
"If jack frost doesn't stop this he's going to get an ice-cycle right up his- AHHHHH"
>Fallen over a stary log, just what the doctor ordered.
>You pick up what you were carrying and head on inside.
>The new hole punched in your leg is turns out to be rather small so all you end up doing is put a band-aid over it to stop blood from getting on your pants.
>Outside you notice that the snow is starting to fall at a rather steady pace.
>and your door still proped open letting it in.
"Great"
>You go over to the door and shut it up for the night.
>All of that lonely firewood will just have to learn to survive in the wild.
>Not too much of the snow got inside but enough to make a decent size puddle if you don't do anything about it.
>You head over to your bathroom to grab a towel to clean up the mess before it starts to melt.
>While you are in the bathroom you hear something hit the ground with an "umpf".

"Who's there?"
>You head over to a nearby closet and grab one of your grandpa's golf clubs.
"Come on out or I'm going for a hole in one"
>You walk into the kitchen where you heard the noise from and hear something run into the next room knocking over a vase on it's way.
"The cops are coming, just come on out."
>Truth is you didn't think to call the cops just in case but if this guy meant bussiness you are going to show him the exciting part of golfing.
>You walk into the next room, clup raised into the air searching for the robber.
>Then you hear it, heavy breathing as if it was a scared animal.
>You head over to your table and see a small horse trying to hide itself.
>Seeing it isn't someone trying to steal everything you have, you relax.
"Hey there little buddy."
>The pony backs up against the wall fearing for it's life.
>"Don't hurt me, please."
>You put the golf club down on the ground.
"No one is going to hurt you, see?"
>The pony is still trying to back up even though it's out of space to do so.
>You take a closer look at the small thing and notice that it's only a filly.
>Then you relized why the thing is in here, she was hungry.
"Ok, just wait here. Nothing bad is going to happen."
>You pick yourself up and head back over to the kitchen.

>Turning half of the cans on their side you fish out a jar of peanut butter.
>Quickly you head back over to the pony that is still backed up against the wall.
>You stick your pinky finger in and eat a small bit in front of the pony to show it's safe.
>Then you stick your pointer and middle finger in and fish out a small bit for the pony.
>Slowly you reach out your arm twards the pony to offer the treat.
>She is hesitent at first but she slowly reaches for the peanut butter, licking it off of your fingers.
>Now you slowly bring your arm back in to ge the pony out of her hidding place.
>and she slowly follows your hand back out, all the while licking the treat placed on your fingers.
>By the time all of the peanut butter is gone she is right in front of you with a tiny smile on her face.
"You got a name?"
>"S-Sweet Drop"
>You pick up the pony slowly so she sees what you are doing.
"Lets get you cleaned up"
>The poor thing had a thick layer of dirt on her.
>After about a half hour of getting her clean you dry her off, making sure she there is not a drop of water on her.
>Then you take her back to the kitchen on which you put her on the table.
"Hungry."
>The small pony perks up and a smile goes across he face.
>"Very"
>In response you grab a knife and cut up and apple into slices.
>Half for you and half for her.

>Once again you slowly had her the apple so you don't scare the little thing.
>She places her small hooves on the apple slice and hungrly eats it up.
>When she finshes she looks up at you with a smile across her face.
>"More"
>A part of you warms up with as you give her another slice to enjoy.
>After your snack with Drop you prepare her a small bed on your couch.
"You ok with the couch?"
>The small pony slowly shakes her head yes as she climbs on the couch and wraps herself in the blankets.
"Goodnight"
>She squeaks a small goodnight before you head to your bed.
>Once you wrap yourself up you hear a small set of hooves come into your room.
>"C-can I sleep with you?"
>You look over at Drop standing in your doorway.
>In response you get up and walk twards her.
"Of course"
>You lift her up and head back to bed, laying her at the foot of the bed.
>However that didn't last long as he walked up and layed down at your side using your arm as a pillow.
>Finally you feel asleep with your new little companion.