>>13237559I woke up this morning with a bad mangover
And my fangs were missing again.
This happens all the time.
They're detatchable.
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave them at home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent them out, when I don't need them.
But now and then I go to the Shady Trough, get wasted,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with them.
First I looked around my house, and I couldn't find them.
So I called up the bar stallion at the Trough,
He hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check under the tables at the back
'cause for some reason I leave them there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told him if they pop up to let me know.
I called a few bat ponies who were at the bar,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my fangs for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a bat pony,
and I really hate having to get a knife out if I want a mango
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everypone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Cafe, sat down, and drank some coffee.
Then, as I walked down Mane Street towards Luna's Place,
where all those homeless ponies sell used mangoes and other junk on the street,
I saw my fangs lying on a blanket
next to a broken pair of Specktacles.
Some purple filly named Sirroca was selling them.
I had to buy them off her.
She wanted twenty-three bits, but I talked her down to seventeen.
I took them home, washed them off,
and put them back in. I was happy again. Complete.
Ponies sometimes tell me I should get them permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the flank,
I like having detachable fangs.
