Extended Trot
Dec. 20th, 2016 11:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twilightponyThis morning I practically sprinted out of bed, grabbed my scarf and headband, tumbled down the stairs, galloped through the cavernous entrance hall and burst out my front door with my cold weather wear in my mouth, only to nearly collide with five ponies waiting there. Pinkie and four others that wanted to join us. Still not the first to arrive at my own door, not by a long shot. Princess Celestia hadn't even raised the sun yet! Phooey.
When Applejack and Rainbow Dash got here, we were already fifteen ponies raring to go. By now all Ponyville knows we're doing this morning run. For this last run before the real deal tomorrow, Pinkie took us across the fields at a full gallop, heading directly toward Canterlot as the pegasus flies. At the far end of the pasture she turned right, circling back in a wide arc to the river, which we followed toward Ponyville. I thought maybe she'd lead us to some place across the river, like maybe halfway to Rambling Rock Ridge? But no, we stuck to this side of the river and ran through the more sparsely populated areas in and around Ponyville, which is good since we wouldn't want to spoil the fun by knocking down the leaves that a Running of the Leaves team had planned on.
By the time we had crisscrossed Ponyville twice we'd become a small stampede of ponies, rattling windows and pulling a small gale behind us. We slowed down to a synchronized extended trot for the final leg back to the center of town, our hooves clapping to the ground in time, the rhythm making our hearts bounce and attracting everypony to come watch out parade. Then at last, breakfast, at Sugarcube Corner. Hot apple hay blintzes.
When Applejack and Rainbow Dash got here, we were already fifteen ponies raring to go. By now all Ponyville knows we're doing this morning run. For this last run before the real deal tomorrow, Pinkie took us across the fields at a full gallop, heading directly toward Canterlot as the pegasus flies. At the far end of the pasture she turned right, circling back in a wide arc to the river, which we followed toward Ponyville. I thought maybe she'd lead us to some place across the river, like maybe halfway to Rambling Rock Ridge? But no, we stuck to this side of the river and ran through the more sparsely populated areas in and around Ponyville, which is good since we wouldn't want to spoil the fun by knocking down the leaves that a Running of the Leaves team had planned on.
By the time we had crisscrossed Ponyville twice we'd become a small stampede of ponies, rattling windows and pulling a small gale behind us. We slowed down to a synchronized extended trot for the final leg back to the center of town, our hooves clapping to the ground in time, the rhythm making our hearts bounce and attracting everypony to come watch out parade. Then at last, breakfast, at Sugarcube Corner. Hot apple hay blintzes.
