Title:           Fagwrite
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Wednesday 22nd of October 2014 06:40:33 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 22nd of October 2014 06:40:33 PM CDT

I've got one, but bear with me, I'm a novice.
>You are baby Anon (in the form of Caillou)
>Transported to Equestria via generic magical means
>Wake up on the edge of Everfree, alone in the world
>Start to whine, cry for mommy
>You are found by Fluttershy, who believes you are a new breed of talking monkey or something
>Overcome with babby tears, you cannot tell her who you are
>"Oh, my. You are a fussy little critter, aren't you?" she croons
>Still confused and despaired, you are softly comforted by her diabetic lull
>She takes you out of the cold and back to the warm of her cottage
>Cease crying, now mostly curious of new setting and of this talking horse thing
>Wraps you snug in blanket
>"What are you, anyway? ...You don't look like any animal I've seen before. Are you some sort of--"
>"Have you seen my mommy?"
>"Oh, my!" She exclaims. "You do know how to talk!"
>Upset that she is not responding to your demand, you begin to tantrum again "I want my mommy!"
>Flutters appears distressed now too, "I'm sorry, little one. Who is your mommy? What does she look like?"
>You tried to recall through your troubled mind what your mother looks like...
>Being the grown up kid that you are, you realize it to be strange to talk to animals like they're people
>Confused, you are left with no other options, you go along
>"Well, she's like me...But really, really tall! And she has brown hair."
>"Oh, I have not see anyone like her, or like you, around here. Did you come from the Everfree Forest?"
>"I don't know, I wanna go home!" You begin to whine again
>"Oh, dear. I'm so sorry, little one, I don't know how to help you."
>Upon hearing this, your despair returns, seeing this as the most frightening moment experienced, even more scary than being lost in the garage
>You begin to sob pathetically again
>"Oh, please don't cry." she croons gently again. "Don't you cry, dear. I know what we can do! We'll go see Twilight."
>"Who is that?" you ask through your sobs
>"Twilight is a close friend of mine, she is very smart and she is very powerful with magic. I'm sure she will know what to do."
>"She can help me get home?"
>"I'm sure of it, dear."
>"And she can bring mommy back?"
>"Yes, dear."
>You notice little signs of sorrow on the mare's face as she worries about you
>This show of love comforts you, as does the promise of finding home
>"When can we go?"
>"We can go tomorrow when it's light out. You can stay here for the night. I'll let you sleep in my bed."
>She makes you a small dinner of warm milk and vegetables, you fuss but end up eating them
>When it's time for bed, she tucks you in her bed
>You are still fussy, forgetting of the strife and remembering how much you hate being told to go to bed
>To calm you down, Fluttershy sings you a lullaby:
I will finish the rest after my shift