Title:           Kid Anon Twilight 10
Author:          crunchbang
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First Edit:      Wednesday 12th of February 2014 12:52:12 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 12th of February 2014 12:52:12 AM CDT

>After a short walk, you arrive at a sweet smelling bakery.
"Hiya, Twilight. I haven't seen you around in a couple days.
What is that thing? Did you get a new pet"?
"About that, I was working on a new teleportation spell,
and he just appeared out of nowhere. His name is Anon.
He's not a pet. As far as I can tell, he is as smart as
anypony his age".
>You take the hint.
"Hi, Pinkie Pie".
"Hey buddy. If I had known you were coming, I would have had
the party ready already. Maybe I can make it up to you with a song".
Where did that music come from?
"My name is Pinkie Pi-".
>A purple glow forms around her mouth to stifle the sound.
"It was great to see you, but we really must be going. Busy day and all".
>Twilight heads out the door. You wave goodbye and follow.
 
>The next stop appears to be a clothing store.
"Welcome to Carousel Boutique. Twilight, darling, how nice of you to
drop by. Have you finally decided to let me work on that hideous mane cut"?
"No. I'm just here to introduce you to Anon. He is going to be
staying with me from now on. Would you be too busy for a special project"?
"Say no more. Of course I'll help. Step closer, Anon".
>The curly tailed one fully focuses on you.
>Her eyes scan up, down, and back up agin, measuring.
>It's like she sees straight through you. Creepy.
>Both of you jump when you hear a high pitched voice crack.
"Rarity, why didn't you tell me Twilight came over. Cool! a new animal".
"Not now, Sweetie Belle. I am being inspired".
>Twilight intervenes.
"You know what, Sweetie? That is a person named Anon, and he is about
your age. You'll get plenty of time to talk to him when you come over
for your magic lesson tomorrow".
>Sweetie's eyes grow to saucers, then she runs off.
>After some time passes, Rarity quits her eye measurement thing.
"I have it. I've got a perfect idea in mind. Come back next week".
>As you walk out the door, you realize that you aren't sold on living
>with thise ponies, but they are a friendly bunch.