Amelia scurried through the tall green grass on a warm spring day. When she hit a clearing, she noticed many ponies in the area and immediately felt a sense of danger. "Ponies galore," she thought to herself, as she ran toward a tree. She decided to take shelter in it for fear of getting stepped on. "I wonder if there are any other mice here," she pondered, as she climbed the tree and tucked herself away in an opening she found. "I hope this isn't a critter's home already, I'm just resting until I get a better sense of my surroundings," Amelia thought, and she surveyed the open field. She then turned her attention to the ponies. "They're smaller than I expected..." "Squeak!" she said, as she realized that she was higher up than she thought she would be. Amelia was always afraid of heights, but in the frenzy to reach a shelter, she did not notice how high she was climbing to the one she found in the tree. "I wonder how I'm going to climb down," she thought to herself.
"Mmm, I'm not afraid.. I...I just need to make sure my hat doesn't fall off....Yeah, that's it," she mumbled, trying to convince herself that if she could figure out a way to hold onto her hat as she descended the tree, she would have nothing to fear. "It would be even better if I had a buddy or someone to help me down. But I'm new here."
Amelia took a deep sigh and stared off into the distance. "I hope someone notices me," she thought. "Someone kind with good intentions."
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