The Pumpkin Colt
Sept 30, 2009 20:38:35 GMT -8
Post by battlefield on Sept 30, 2009 20:38:35 GMT -8
This was a story I wrote during the Fall, my favorite season, about two years ago, and I've made a tradition of posting it when in October ever since. It's proven to be very popular with everyone who reads it, and I'm sure that'll be the same here. Enjoy!
The legend of The Pumpkin Colt is a tale that first originated in the small kingdom of Emerald Glade, which is known for its profound reverence for the season of autumn. In fact, the following legend that traditionally told around autumn time.
Long ago in Emerald Glade, there was a young earthling colt who lived with his mother on a small farm. Now, this particular foal was quite a trickster who loved to play practical jokes on ponies. Fortunately, everyone was more amused, then annoyed by these. But all the jokes that he played, there was one that the young colt was commonly known for, and which, in a way, had become a yearly tradition.
During each fall season, the young colt and his mother would take a number of pumpkins that they had grown during the year, and would take them down to the nearby village to sell them at market. There would be, however, one pumpkin that would be left behind.
When the young colt and his mother would return home, he would sit down with a knife, and begin to carve out a grinning face on the pumpkin that hadn’t been sold. That night, while wearing the carved out jack-o-lantern as a mask over his head, the young colt would go into the night, and begin to try and scare anyone.
He would wait in the bushes besides the main roads, and then jump out in front of anyone who was passing by, and shout as loud as he could, “Boo!”
He would also sneak to ponies’ houses, and tap on their bed room windows, while they were asleep, and as a result would wake them up.
Course, on several occasions, when the help of some sympathetic guards, he would sneak into Gladestone Castle, and began to run and shout through the corridors, waking up everyone there, including the queen.
When he was finished with his escapades, he would return home safely, and then go to bed. In the morning, everyone would always be talking about his antics the night before. They would so amused by the young colt’s antics that, one year, they began to call him, The Pumpkin Colt™ and for many years they would look forward to his antics.
Then one year, it all came to a tragic end. When autumn once again came to Emerald Glade, the resident ponies to wait for his yearly appearance with anticipation. But when the night that he usually appeared arrived, he didn’t. In the morning, the ponies of Emerald Glade wondered with puzzlement about why the Pumpkin Colt hadn’t shown up the night before. When they did learn, they all began to grieve.
It seems that the young colt had caught an incurable illness that had struck so quickly that his mother hardly had any time to do much of anything, except sit by her son’s bed, as he laid there in total agony. During the night that he was supposed to appear, he died in sleep.
The ponies of Emerald Glade became saddened at this, and the whole kingdom went into mourning for the colt that had brought them so much laughter.
But that, my friends, is not the end of the story.
For you see, The Pumpkin Colt’s legacy lives on to this day. Each year, when autumn arrives, a lucky colt is secretly picked by the queen or king to be The Pumpkin Colt, and recreate his famous antics.
So, on the night that the original colt had traditionally appeared, the chosen colt puts on a jack-o-lantern over his head, like a mask, and recreates the original colt’s routine.
But that is not all.
It is said that, on cool autumn nights, when the moon is hidden behind the clouds, and everything is dark, you can still hear the sounds of someone running through the countryside, shouting and shrieking.
It is said that it’s the spirit of the Pumpkin Colt living on.
The legend of The Pumpkin Colt is a tale that first originated in the small kingdom of Emerald Glade, which is known for its profound reverence for the season of autumn. In fact, the following legend that traditionally told around autumn time.
Long ago in Emerald Glade, there was a young earthling colt who lived with his mother on a small farm. Now, this particular foal was quite a trickster who loved to play practical jokes on ponies. Fortunately, everyone was more amused, then annoyed by these. But all the jokes that he played, there was one that the young colt was commonly known for, and which, in a way, had become a yearly tradition.
During each fall season, the young colt and his mother would take a number of pumpkins that they had grown during the year, and would take them down to the nearby village to sell them at market. There would be, however, one pumpkin that would be left behind.
When the young colt and his mother would return home, he would sit down with a knife, and begin to carve out a grinning face on the pumpkin that hadn’t been sold. That night, while wearing the carved out jack-o-lantern as a mask over his head, the young colt would go into the night, and begin to try and scare anyone.
He would wait in the bushes besides the main roads, and then jump out in front of anyone who was passing by, and shout as loud as he could, “Boo!”
He would also sneak to ponies’ houses, and tap on their bed room windows, while they were asleep, and as a result would wake them up.
Course, on several occasions, when the help of some sympathetic guards, he would sneak into Gladestone Castle, and began to run and shout through the corridors, waking up everyone there, including the queen.
When he was finished with his escapades, he would return home safely, and then go to bed. In the morning, everyone would always be talking about his antics the night before. They would so amused by the young colt’s antics that, one year, they began to call him, The Pumpkin Colt™ and for many years they would look forward to his antics.
Then one year, it all came to a tragic end. When autumn once again came to Emerald Glade, the resident ponies to wait for his yearly appearance with anticipation. But when the night that he usually appeared arrived, he didn’t. In the morning, the ponies of Emerald Glade wondered with puzzlement about why the Pumpkin Colt hadn’t shown up the night before. When they did learn, they all began to grieve.
It seems that the young colt had caught an incurable illness that had struck so quickly that his mother hardly had any time to do much of anything, except sit by her son’s bed, as he laid there in total agony. During the night that he was supposed to appear, he died in sleep.
The ponies of Emerald Glade became saddened at this, and the whole kingdom went into mourning for the colt that had brought them so much laughter.
But that, my friends, is not the end of the story.
For you see, The Pumpkin Colt’s legacy lives on to this day. Each year, when autumn arrives, a lucky colt is secretly picked by the queen or king to be The Pumpkin Colt, and recreate his famous antics.
So, on the night that the original colt had traditionally appeared, the chosen colt puts on a jack-o-lantern over his head, like a mask, and recreates the original colt’s routine.
But that is not all.
It is said that, on cool autumn nights, when the moon is hidden behind the clouds, and everything is dark, you can still hear the sounds of someone running through the countryside, shouting and shrieking.
It is said that it’s the spirit of the Pumpkin Colt living on.
That's a fun way to share the love of ponies. ;3