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By: Slasher_Science on Nov 23rd, 2012  |  syntax: None  |  size: 2.31 KB  |  hits: 460  |  expires: Never
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  1. >Today is the Day of Thanks in Ponyville.
  2. >The town is decorated with all the festivities.
  3. >Banners, massive pumpkins, baskets of fruits and floral arrangements.
  4. >Wild turkey roam the streets.
  5. >You walk down a side street with a cigarette in-mouth.
  6. >What do you have to be thankful for?
  7. >Your friends, Twilight and the gang.
  8. >Your home, given at no charge.
  9. >You lead a plain life.
  10. >Some would call it boring.
  11. >Nothing exciting ever happens here.
  12. >Walking past a dumpster, you notice a hoof on the ground.
  13. >Fluttershy lays against the brick wall of a building.
  14. >The bags under her eyes indicate a lack of sleep.
  15. >Her mane is disheveled and falls into her eyes.
  16. >A package of sliced turkey lays beside her half eaten.
  17. >You bend down to her.
  18. >Her bloodshot eyes open and look up to you half focused.
  19. >"H-hi Anon..."
  20. Fluttershy, what are you doing?
  21. >It's morning, so there's still some chill in the air along with a thick fog.
  22. >She looks cold.
  23. >Probably been out here all night.
  24. >"I'm celebrating the Day of Thanks..."
  25. >You take a seat next to her and help yourself to a piece of turkey.
  26. >It tastes old.
  27. >Life had been hard for this pony after her house burned down a few months back.
  28. >No one really paid attention.
  29. >Fluttershy had become 'that dirty vagabond pony'.
  30. >The pony who frequented the bakery for their day-old bread.
  31. >The pony who used that bread to feed ducks at the pond instead of herself.
  32. >No one understood her.
  33. >They just turned their heads away as she would slink into the alleys at night to root through trash.
  34.  
  35.  
  36. >Fluttershy nods back off into her dreams as you sit by her.
  37. >You snuff your cigarette and stand.
  38. >You remove your jacket and place it over her shivering body.
  39. >She mumbles something about something of harmony.
  40. >The sun is obscured behind clouds.
  41. >Ponies go about their business preparing for holiday feasts and celebrations.
  42. >No one pays any mind to the alley.
  43. >The alley where that strange pony loiters.
  44. >You bend down and rub Fluttershy's mane.
  45. >It's dirty and covered in twigs, mud, sap and other bits of rubbish.
  46. >You turn and continue your walk back home.
  47. >Maybe you would have enough bits to afford a small package of turkey for yourself.
  48. >Perhaps you'd bring it back to the alley to share.
  49. >It begins to rain as you light your last cigarette.
  50. >Nothing exciting ever happens here.
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