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"What in tarnation do ya think yer doin' in my tree?"

My eyes shot open and I looked down to see an orange pony wearing a straw hat looking up at me. She did not look happy.

"Quit yer starin' and get down here!" She yelled

I had to get out of here and fast. I looked up and started climbing up through the tree following the path I made when I crashed down into the tree.

"Don't you try gettin' away from me!" She continued to yell up at me.

I couldn't even come up with something to yell back at her, I was way too busy trying not to get caught. Once I hit the top of the tree I stretched out my wings and started mentally yelling at my wings to fly.

Soon enough I was lifting away from the trees and was almost in the clear when all of a sudden I heard a whoosh from below and looking down I saw a rope around my back left leg. I couldn't fly any further no matter how hard I pulled. I stopped and followed the rope back down with my eyes where that orange pony was standing next to an apple tree with that rope tied around it. She looked quite content with her work.

There was no way in hell I was going to let her win like that. I kept pulling as hard as I could but the rope only tightened on my leg. After a few minutes of that my leg was turning a dark purple.

There was no way this was going to work, so I thought for a second and came up with a brilliant plan.

I flew as far as I could until the rope was tight, I looked over my shoulder at the orange pony who was looking especially happy with her work as she sat in the shade and happily munched on an apple. As soon as she looked away I pulled a 180 and flew straight at her as fast as I possibly could.

By the time she looked up it was too late, I was only feet away and as she stood up I flew several circles around the tree trapping her. After I felt content that she was firmly in place I took off in a straight line as fast as possible. I felt the rope tighten and snap. I looked back down at my leg to see a small amount of rope still on my leg. I was home free and I knew it. I looked up just in time to see the incoming tree.

Once I woke up my hooves immediately went to my face and I held myself and yelled out in pain "Why does it always have to be the face!" When I brought my hooves back down I saw that orange pony looking down at me. Now that I was up close I had a better look at her. She wasn't like a bright orange, more like a burnt orange, her head had a short shout which was covered in freckles. Her hair was messy but in that cute way like when you see a girl who's hair falls in place just the right way. On her hip were three apples, I guess ponies have tattoos just like humans do. Finally she had these deep jade green eyes that you sort of just got lost in. Once our eyes met she just kind of stared at me the way I was looking at her. Then all of a sudden it hit me.

Did I just call a pony "cute?" Man I really must have hit that tree hard.

I was the first to break the silence "Uhhhm, I'm really sorry for taking your apples."

She managed to mumble out "N-N-No problem…" and again there was that silence again. She started thinking to herself of how good looking this mysterious stallion was. I just was thinking to myself "Is there something on my face?"

I managed to get myself straightened out and stood up and turned to her "Well nice running into you, I guess." And turned and started to head back down the road. But she was right behind me.

"Hey wait just a gosh darn minute there!" I stopped and looked back.

She just walked up to me and put her hoof in my chest and started to chew me out.

"Who do you think you are just eating a bunch of my apples and trying to just strut off?"

That's a good question, who am I? I mean I know I'm Mark, the homeless kid from New York who passed out on a boardwalk and is now in ponyland or something like that.

She kept chewing me out but I wasn't paying any attention. I mean Mark isn't a very pony like name, I mean who has a pet named Mark? It's usually like something ending in like a Y or some type of food. Should I come up with a new name? Yeah that's probably a good idea. What should it be though?

I thought back to a time when I was little and I met this girl on one of the playgrounds in central park. We were both young and I told her my name, and she introduced herself as blondie. She told me I needed a cool nickname. So after she shot down all my ideas I just sat there and clicked the metal rods on my legs together. "That's it!" she yelled "Do that again!" so I clicked my legs together and a small spark popped out. "You can be sparky!" I liked it, had some meaning behind it…I miss that girl.

"So what do you have to say fer yourself?" the orange pony yelled, practically in my face

I stuck out my hoof out at her and said "I'm Spark."

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