Screw it, I'm jumping! No sooner does the thought cross your mind than you bound off the apple seconds before Pinkie bites into the red fruit with a wet, juicy *CRUNCH!* Whew, thank God you jumped, otherwise you'd be Pinkie-food!
Of course, now there's the matter of you falling through the air to the hard ground. Apparently this isn't quite your day.
Though it seems you do have some fortune: your jump has enough forward momentum to put Pinkie's mane in easy reach! You reach your arms out, trying to judge the disrtance as gravity pulls you down and forward....
Not yet.... Closer.... Almost there.... NOW! You grab on as tight as you can as soon as you feel Pinkie's poofy mane touch your fingers. The fall must have been faster than it felt, because your arms shriek in protest at the sudden loss of motion, and it takes all your willpower to not let go on reflex due to the pain. Shaking off the last of your adrenaline, you look back at the pink tataness, to find her still happily munching on the apple.
Okay, no danger of getting eaten now... what do I do now? Even from here, the fall is still too long to get on the ground, so that's out of the question. You can't just keep hanging onto Pinkie's mane,either; so staying put is also out. You decide your only option is to climb up to Pinkie's head. From there, you can try to get her attention again, or just ride, rest, and hope to get off somewhere safer. Hopefully somewhere where you won't get eaten by accident.
With that motivation, you start your ascent up Pinkie's curls to her pink cranium. Not far into the climb, you hear a familiar voice.
*munch-munch-munch, GULP!* "Ahh, so good! Maybe I should use more apples in my next batch of treats!" Pinkie starts trotting again, happily mumbling about various apple-related baked goods. The recipes might have sounded delicious if you weren't currently holding onto her mane for dear life. This is going to be a long day... You give a martyred sigh, then resume climbing, trying to compensate for the added motion of Pinkie trotting along.
As you continue your slow ascent, you can't help but wonder: So, what happens if she notices me?
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