A.N. I do have more My Little Pony stories coming up, but I promised a friend that I'd post a few ParaNorman and Gravity Falls parodies after my last MLP story since she's been looking forward to them for a long time.

The scene opened up on Central Park, New York. The trees were colorful with the coming of fall. An old woman was taking her granddaughter through the park. While the old woman was walking the granddaughter was rollerskating.

"It was here...someplace." The old woman panted, a bit tired.

"But we've already been past here!" Her granddaughter complained.

"The trees have grown so big." The old woman chuckled. "It's been so long since my last visit."

They continued down a different path.

"Grandma, when was the last time you were here?" The granddaughter asked.

"Years and years ago, way before you were born sweetheart." The grandma chuckled. "Now just a minute...I'm trying to get my bearings. Oh there are so many paths here. So easy to get turned around. Come on darling."

"Grandma, we're in the middle of nowhere." The granddaughter protested.

"We're right in the middle of New York City." The grandma laughed.

"But you're going to make yourself so tired walking so long."

"Nonsense, it hasn't been more than a quarter of an hour. Not much further."

Her granddaughter gave her grandma the old helmet she was wearing and sat down to take off her skates, she needed a break. The grandma looked at the helmet fondly.

"Grandma, what are we looking for anyway?" The granddaughter asked.

"A memorial." The grandma explained.

"A me-what?"

"A reminder of a wonderful story, and a place not too far away from here."

"What place is that grandma?"

"Blithe Hollow, Massachusetts. Now that place really felt like it was in the middle of nowhere. It was a town surrounded by forests, with the next town being many miles away. Starting with 2010 it began to snow really hard every winter. So hard, that most vehicles found it difficult to move through the streets. So the people started riding bicycles with snow tires every winter to get to where they were going. It was hard work, but easier than driving due to bicycles being smaller and so able to squeeze between mounds of snow. This lead to a new sport: tandem-bike racing. Teams formed and rode tandem bikes fitted with snow tires. They then raced to see which team was the fastest. The fastest ones were given delivery jobs, so winning became very important. But the story I was referring to actually starts in November 2012, with one of those races..."