I hope you love bones . . . · 7:06pm Oct 3rd, 2014
. . . cause here's one of the thrown variety.
Apple Bloom let out a little yawn before replying. “Applejack said somethin’ ‘bout a sanctuary fer them bats the other day, and how it was ‘posed ta keep ‘em outta our orchard from now on.” She shrugged. “Ah guess it ain’t workin’ after all.”
Sol Do smiled confidently. “We shall see about that.” She turned back to Apple Bloom. “Before I go assist your big brother, precisely where is your sister at this time?”
Apple Bloom gestured behind her into the house. “She was up late last night cleanin’ up after Pinkie’s party, so she’s still sleepin’.”
A sinister smirk crossed Sol Do’s muzzle. “Perfect,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Off I go!”