Farmer Bruener To Entertain Flu-Trapped Readers and Other Interesting Bits · 2:18am Mar 16th, 2020
Since some of you will be looking for things to do online for the next few days, Chris Eliopoulos was so kind as to post his Misery Loves Sherman archive, Spaniard Kiwi has posted a Spanish translation of How Many Princesses Does It Take, and I’ll be publishing another chapter now in Farmer Bruener Has Some Ponies. I’m going slow on my writing, but that’s mostly age (as below)
And a snippet from Farmer Bruener to encourage you to go read it.
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Time: 11:59 P.M. Wednesday June 24, 2015
Location: Manhattan Regional Airport, Manhattan Kansas
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“I am so looking forward to Saturday.” US Secret Service Agent O’Malley stretched with a yawn that popped his jaw while walking toward the terminal. “We were in Kansas during January when Renegade had a speech in Lawrence, but that was strictly in-and-out. Secretary Johnson had a Landon Lecture at K-State back in May, but we weren’t involved there.”
“I’d think the towns would all blur together after a while. Other than the ponies in this one, of course. Wonder where they’re hiding.” Agent Washington took a long look around the otherwise plebeian airport terminal building where their government aircraft had parked, and in particular the uniformed police officer walking their direction.
“You’ll learn to see each town as different in their own ways, regardless of alien visitors. Hello, Captain Rietz,” added Conner with his hand outstretched.
“You must be Agent O’Malley from the Secret Service,” said the leggy brunette with her own welcoming smile and handshake. “Welcome to Kansas. I’ve been selected as RCPD liason for the duration of your stay, so please feel free to contact me if you have any questions. Enterprise has the rental cars for your officers, we’ve expedited hotel space at the Holidome, and made arrangements with the Equestrians for a member of their Night Guard to conduct a walk-through of the scheduled activities. We thought doing it at night would cut down on the reporters,” she added, sounding slightly embarrassed. “They’ve been following the Equestrians like mosquitoes, and I can understand most of their enthusiasm, but—” Captain Rietz let out a quick huff of frustration. “Are they all this bad in Washington?”
“I could tell you stories,” started O’Malley, “but the Secret Service keeps its secrets. Did you say one of their soldiers was going to meet us tomorrow?”
“I’m sorry!” The voice drifting down from above was angelic and frazzled, like some sort of fairy creature being pursued by trolls, and Conner felt an unreasoning urge to rush to her defense even if she was somewhere up in the sky above him. “We tried to leave Wichita in time to get back here, but Standing Water saw the Braum’s ice cream store in Salina since we didn’t want to travel cross-country without a trans ponder and we were following the highways but we got a little lost but the nice people at the Lion’s Den store pointed us in the right direction—”
It was a pony. It took several blinks to recognize that simple fact, mostly because of the color scheme. Even at night, in the reflected light from the airport terminal, the pegasus practically glowed pink, in such an aggressive tint that it tended to grab onto every neuron in an unwary brain. And just when Connor managed to come to terms with the iridescent pink drifting down out of the sky, the orange of her mane and tail ambushed any recovered neurons and proceeded to flog them mercilessly. If the colors were not bad enough, her shocking orange mane was in the process of unwinding from a tight braid, leaving a cascade of flowing color around her neck as she touched down lightly on the asphalt tarmac, still talking as fast as she could make words.
“—and there was this big truck beside the road and the driver was looking under the hood so I went down to see if I could help but he banged his head on the metal and his wife did not seem to like us there and I remember what happened the last time I tried to help a car that had pulled over and I know there were a lot of collisions afterward but it was dark tonight so I thought it wouldn’t happen again. But it did,” she added. “I’m sorry.”
... eR!s.exe has stopped working.
I swear that I did NOT unleash this virus upon the world just to get more chapters of FBHSP... but please keep them coming anyway -- me so bored!