Some say that at the heart of every star lies a single stone, pure in every sense of the word. But then again ponies used to think that the world was flat so I wouldn't put too much faith in sayings myself. I just thought you'd like to know, I found it quite curious.
Who am I you ask? Well, that is a story for another time. Yes, I know, those words sound like the biggest escape from a conversation ever, but it's true. For now let's focus on that male pony struggling through the snow over there. What pony? Why, that one over there.
The snow seemed to be a different colour today, white rather than snow white. Ultimately, it was all of little concern to the pony struggling through the snow as it lashed him at 105km an hour. It was hard enough walking this road normally, as it seemed to always be coated in ice. He found that his hooves just couldn't get a grip. For the thousandth time he reminded himself to get some ice shoes. Suddenly his train of thought was interrupted by the smell of burning and a dull 'whump' that could only be an explosion. Normally he would disregard them as troublemakers sabotaging military vehicles or buildings, but this was different. This far out of town it could only be one thing. Home.
The snow made it impossible to see as the pony stumbled further down the road he was pretty sure lead home. It was quite hard to run on ice but somehow he managed it. Suddenly a gap in the snow whipping through the air revealed the road further ahead, and the sheer cliff that lay at the end. "Buck" he cursed. Quickly turning around, albeit with about 5 metres of sliding, he leapt into the forest just to the left of the path, hoping it was the right way. It provided some shelter from the wind, allowing him to run quickly in the direction he thought the explosion had come from.
Branches lashed his face, roots tore at his legs, fears plagued his mind, anxiety tore at his heart and the chill bit through the four layers of clothes he had on. But still he pushed on. Despite all that could be happening the only thought in his head was "Trees suck" repeated over and over again as he caught another branch or stumbled on another root.
After a minute of desperate running he emerged quickly out of the forest. The outline of his house stared at him through the storm. A modest two story building it didn't quite strike fear into the soul, especially because it was leaning slightly to the left. Only, it was upside down. And come to think of it, so was everything else. What was going on?! Was he delirious, had the cold finally got to him, or, he gulped, was he dead? The last theory wasn't helped by a hooded and robed figure that was drawing closer, as the pony desperately tried to work out what was going on. The figure loomed over him and a claw clutched at the air as a deep voice said, "What are you doing down there you silly filly?"
The truth struck him like a bolt of warm ice through the heart, a shock but a pleasant one "Very funny Star" the pony said "When did you get so tall?"
It took a while for the other pony to respond as they were too busy laughing. "I got this tall the moment you fell over"
Obviously he was very confused, until it sunk in. He had fallen over on a rock hidden in the snow, and flipped over onto his back. All he could manage at this realisation was a quiet "Oh"
Flipping over in the most awkward and ungraceful fashion ever achieved by pony kind, he pushed himself into a standing position. He began to walk towards the house when he was hit by a sudden realisation, "When did you get a claw Star?"
"What, this?" lifting up the claw from under the robe "This is the claw to move coals in the fire, you silly filly"
Sighing, he pushed open the door, ignoring the claw wielding maniac he lived with, and stepped into the delicious warmth of inside the house. It was a scarcely decorated room, neither of its occupants really thought it was necessary to cover the pale blue walls in decorations. The only embellishments were a mirror and a framed photo of four ponies that was dull from age. Cold light seeped in through the window, revealing a scene of utter chaos. Chunks of unidentifiable substances lay strewn on the ground. A blue stain discoloured the carpet. All of this he'd seen before, it was old news. His eyes roamed the room, trying to discover the source of the explosion. The fire blazed in the fireplace of to the left of the room. That wasn't strange either, it always had to be burning, otherwise the temperature would drop drastically. What was strange however was the pulsing green goo in front of the fire and the fact that the flames were pink. With another sigh he turned around and asked the other pony calmly, "What is that?"
"Ah, that" a faint smirk twisted their face for a moment before it disappeared "That was my failed attempt to see if apples were flammable"
"Don't lie to me Star" he warned "Everypony knows that apples are flammable, and that is not just apples" he said, pointing a hoof at the pulsing goo on the floor.
"Alright, there was some tree sap, snow melt, Ursa fur, milk, and..."
"How in hell did you manage to get Ursa fur?" he interrupted
"Well you see, it was very simple, I snuck out into the forest…"
And then the door exploded.