The sun was bright overhead, but Apple Bloom barely felt the warm rays as she sat in the shade of the nearby trees. It had been several hours since she had fled the pond in the orchard’s center; since that time, the young girl had attempted to understand what had happened to her. All around Apple Bloom grew trees in various stages of life, ranging from newly risen sprouts to towering apple trees. Random patches of overgrown grass joined these plants, some climbing high enough to touch the lower branches of the surrounding trees.
With a nervous chuckle, Apple Bloom watched as a patch of grass several paces away erupted from the ground. Rapidly it grew, the strands of grass swaying from side-to-side as though caught in a violent wind storm. Then, just as quickly as it had emerged, the vegetation seemed to retreat. Like a slithering mass of emerald snakes, the blades of grass returned to their normal size until the single spot of earth was unrecognizable from any ot