Our story begins with the birth of a young poulain, colt in Cloudsdale. Carameldip paced outside the hospital room awaiting the news. There was a scream of effort and the crying of an infant, than the nurse walked out of the room and looked at Carameldip, who bit his lip in worry. The nurse raised her head and smiled “it’s a boy. Would toi like to see it?” Carameldip nodded and stepped into the room, inside he saw his wife Chocolatecrunch holding a sleeping green poulain, colt in her arms. caramel sat par his wife and she asked “what should we call it?” and he responded with “I don’t know… well he’s green and he’s certainly a Pegasus why don’t we call him… um…Cloverwing.” chocolat looked at her child and a dit “Cloverwing what a lovely name, then I guess it’s decided”.
Fast vers l'avant, vers l’avant some years and we get to Cloverwing arguing with his farther “But dad I don’t want to make candy!” Clover yelled “now son I’m a Candy maker my dad was a Candy maker and his dad made Candy now I’ll be damned if my son isn't one to!” Clover ran away crying “then I guess I’m not your son!”
One week later Clover was at flight camp trying to learn how to fly. “Come on Clover just fly to that cloud!” the teacher said. Clover was nervous because he was not good at flying “I’ll try” Clover said. He started flapping his wings and slowly flying. Cloverwing looked around with joy he was flying “IM FLYING IM REALLY FLYING!” he a dit in excitement. Just than a blue poney speeded par and knocked him off course, he tried to regain his baring but he could not and he plummeted towards the gowned. “Damn.” a dit his teacher “that’s like the seconde one this week.”
To Be Continued.