Down The Path Of Little Resistance
Dec. 22nd, 2016 11:50 pmRainbow Dash came pounding on my bedroom door early this morning. Much too early this morning. I was happily sleeping in after yesterday's combo of cleaning out fall and watching for shooting stars until the wee hours. It's the holiday season, isn't it? Three months of holidays, as of now? But Rainbow Dash can be insistent and I stumbled groggily out of bed to find out what the ruckus was all about.
She'd already half dressed me in my scarf, hat and ear muffs by the time I'd pulled enough wool from between my ears to gather that she wanted me to go sledding. Spike was already there, on the hill. Everypony else was already there, except me. There's hot apple tea to drink, toboggans, muffins, an awesome jump! Rainbow had collected a few snow laden clouds yesterday and she had parked them right over hill. It was now belly-deep in fresh, fluffy snow and getting slipperier with every pony that sledded down it. I had go. So I went.
The cold air woke me up and before long I was careening at break-neck speed down a white on white nigh cliff, seeing nothing but the ears and mane of the pony ahead of me, screaming in primal fear all the way down to the foot of the slope, only to get up and scramble back up the hill, collecting my stomach from where it had abandoned ship somewhere near the summit of the run. It was loads of fun but screaming that much in the cold air has made me a little hoarse.
I think I must have been shivering for an hour after I got home. Spike built a fire in the sitting room fireplace and I sat there under a warm blanket while nursing a big mug of hot chocolate peppermint spice tea and watching the flames. Brrr.
She'd already half dressed me in my scarf, hat and ear muffs by the time I'd pulled enough wool from between my ears to gather that she wanted me to go sledding. Spike was already there, on the hill. Everypony else was already there, except me. There's hot apple tea to drink, toboggans, muffins, an awesome jump! Rainbow had collected a few snow laden clouds yesterday and she had parked them right over hill. It was now belly-deep in fresh, fluffy snow and getting slipperier with every pony that sledded down it. I had go. So I went.
The cold air woke me up and before long I was careening at break-neck speed down a white on white nigh cliff, seeing nothing but the ears and mane of the pony ahead of me, screaming in primal fear all the way down to the foot of the slope, only to get up and scramble back up the hill, collecting my stomach from where it had abandoned ship somewhere near the summit of the run. It was loads of fun but screaming that much in the cold air has made me a little hoarse.
I think I must have been shivering for an hour after I got home. Spike built a fire in the sitting room fireplace and I sat there under a warm blanket while nursing a big mug of hot chocolate peppermint spice tea and watching the flames. Brrr.
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