Surreal as it is to have a cartoon unicorn's rather prodigious rump coming down on you, your survival instincts still recognized the threat of an incoming hazard from above. With a little yelp, you dive out the shadow cast by Twilight's descending flank mere seconds before she sits down. If you hadn't moved, you'd have been pancaked instantly--a heck of a way to go, but you preferred survival to a memorable death. And lucky for you, it seemed "Dead By Equine Posterior" wouldn't be in your obituary. (Even if Twilight DID have a pleasant-looking behind, as far as giant purple unicorns went.)
Unfortunately, your timing couldn't have been worse: the same instant you landed on the cushion, Twilight had fully sat down...the impact of which sent you flying off of the chair, up towards the unicorn's head. During your impromptu flight, you catch sight of her--what else--reading a book, utterly engrossed in the text. She looked pretty cute like that, so enthusiastic over her book.
But once again, survival prevailed over cuteness. Trying to control your areal tumble, you make a grab for the closest thing you can--a strand of Twilight's mane. You snatch the purple-and-pink lifeline, and hold on for dear life! You were going so fast that your momentum carries you forward, swinging on Twilight's mane like some tiny Tarzan. Well, maybe not Tarzan. You doubted if he ever swang from a vine treated with flower-scented shampoo.
Okay...this was starting to get fun! You let out a giddy laugh, whooping with adrenaline.
The hairs you'd grabbed on to were long enough to partially wrap around Twilight's head--and make you lose your grip at the apex of the arc, sliding off her mane and falling right onto the book Twilight was reading, your landing making a little thud! on the paper.
Finally still, and not sensing any danger, you burst out laughing between pants. "Well, that was...a lot of fun!" You exult. "I almost wish I could do...that...again?" Another shadow covers you, and you look up in fear....
...And find Twilight Sparkle looking down at you, her purple eyes wide. Even sitting down, she towered over you--you had to be the size of a grain of rice compared to her. Maybe this wasn't so much fun, after all.
Twilight blinked in surprise at your sudden appearance, cocking her head to one side. She leaned in, examining you closely--too closely, making you yelp again and scramble back in fear. She wasn't showing any signs of anger or hostility, but you instincts still kicked in; having a she-creature who was hundreds of feet tall from your perspective was unnerving, no matter how cute she was.
Twilight giggled at your frantic reaction, pulling her head back to give you space. Holding her smile, she says....
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