Our story begins with the birth of a young potro, 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 you like to see it?” Carameldip nodded and stepped into the room, inside he saw his wife Chocolatecrunch holding a sleeping green potro, colt in her arms. caramelo sat por 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.” chocolate looked at her child and said “Cloverwing what a lovely name, then I guess it’s decided”.
Fast progressivo, para a frente 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 doces maker my dad was a doces maker and his dad made doces 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 said in excitement. Just than a blue pónei, pônei speeded por and knocked him off course, he tried to regain his baring but he could not and he plummeted towards the gowned. “Damn.” Said his teacher “that’s like the segundo one this week.”

To Be Continued.