Here in these plains, a forest grows and thrives. This forest; however, grows special types of trees. These trees are doorways, to other worlds, much like our own. If our hero Jack, were not to walk into the door with the tree... but one with a gallant white... Pony.
>You are not anon in this tale, but Jack... The PumpkinKing!
>Life's looking down.
>Same old, same old Halloween.
>Begins to walk into forest
>Days pass
>still walking forward
>Trees, trees everywhere
>Some trees appear to have knobs on them
>Continues walking
>More tree's with knobs, not only that, but with pictures on them
>"what, is this?"
>Tree's with doors of many sizes and many shapes.
>Whats behind the pony door?
>Slowly opens the door, with the smell of cakes and goodies come rushing out.
>Nothing, it looks like a long dark drop into nothing.
>Turns around to tell zero lets get back
>Wind seems to be picking up
>DearGod.wmv
>Begins to fall into the hole, with rainbow swirls everywhere
>Didnt know if I was to scared, or just shocked in awe with the amazing swirls of light
>Light surrounds you
>Its cold
>Snow? IN SUMMER?
>Lifts head up... Singing time...
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What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere
What's this?
There's white things in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, jack, this isn't fair
What's this?
 
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There are ponies singing songs
 
What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?
 
There are Ponies singing joys
instead pulling sleds
They're busy playing with toys
And absolutely no one's dead
 
There's frost on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside
 
Oh, look
What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They're gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What's this?
What's this?
 
In here they've got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?
 
They're covering it with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a smile on everypony
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?
 
Oh my, what now?
The ponies are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland...
What's this?
 
The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around
 
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Is absolutely everywhere
 
The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough
 
I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?
Ponyville, hmm...