Fade through white…“Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria, two regal sisters ruled over the land. The eldest was blessed with the responsibility of raising the sun each day, the younger in charge of the moon. The two princesses and the ponies of Equestria lived in harmony, until one fateful day…” “Hey!” Derpy Hooves interrupted the episode of My Little Pony that I was watching in the living room. “ We are out of milk!” She trotted towards the pleather recliner I was in and stared at me with her googly-eyed gaze. I slowly stood up, brushing the pizza crumbs off my old, faded, baggy shirt and flicked on the lights. As I ambled to the front door, my hands dug through my pockets for some cash. My fingers avoided the small box that was nestled in the corner of the fabric. Five bucks. That should be enough. The front door to my cute little rental home creaked open and I stepped out into the cool spring air. I quickly spun around. “Derpy, stay inside. Oh, and don’t answer the door. I have my keys.” I held up my keys to show her that I was able to come inside on my own. “Sure thing, Bob!” She replied. Derpy flapped her wings faster; she had always loved the aspect of being home alone. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. “Bye,” I laughed as I closed the door and turned the key in the lock. I ran through the chilling morning mist, trying to keep myself warm. It was a good thing that the corner store at the end of the street sold milk. Cold temperatures don’t usually come to Sacramento, but when they do, nobody is fully prepared, and I being one of these people, was glad I didn’t have to walk very far in the cold. I reached the end of the block and turned the corner where I saw the quaint little convenience store where I was headed. I opened the glass swinging door and embraced the warmth of the building. I shuffled to the fridges and picked out a 2 gallon jug of milk. I hauled it to the cashier and took out my money. The man at the counter, my good friend Jake, the man who helps me mow my lawn, stared at the jug, then the money, then me. He grimaced. "I'm not selling this to you," he stated roughly, like I was a criminal. "Why not?" I asked politely. "Because. I'm not going to, get it?" he replied. "No, I don't. Why can't I have this milk?" Jake was really getting on my nerves today. I could feel my face heating up and sweat coming from my clenched hands. The old woman at the back of the store spun around and shouted. "DON'T SELL IT TO HIM!" By this time, everybody in the store was chanting and screaming and shouting to let Jake know that they didn’t want me to have the milk either, so I left, leaving the milk jug on the counter. As soon as I stepped outside, my brain started asking questions that I could not answer. What was wrong with Jake? Why was everyone yelling? Why were they ganging up on me? My mind swirled, but I came to one conclusion: Whatever this is, it has to be stopped.:derpe:
