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// "Now the jury decides."  
// Story: The Shopping List 
// by Vanilla Mocha 
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"Rav...Vanilla Mocha, now for your lawyer." Celestia said, looking at Derpy with a confused look.

"Okie-dokie!" Derpy bounced out of her chair, and into the middle of the room.

Clearing her throat, Derpy said, "Hi! My name is Derpy, but others call me Ditzy, or even sometime Ditzy Do for long. You can call me Derpy Whooves if you want the long name for Derpy, too. And you can-"

"Go on with it!" Somepony from the jury yelled.

"Geesh. Well, I have a few things to say. My name is Derpy Whooves, and my new friend Vanilla Mocha isn't really all that guilty. All she did was verbally accuse him, and he could have been stallion enough to not let it bother him- royal or not. If you're royal, you need to set the example for your subjects. So what princie-boy over there's saying is that he wants every single pony in Equestria to sit down in a court room because they were name called. Because they were bumped into. Because they had a small argument over a misunderstanding. Yes, you need to work it out. But going to court? That's just overwhelming. She might have bumped into you, and she might have said that to you, but you didn't know that she's overly stressed and busy today. You didn't know that she has to go shopping for your aunt, Princess Celestia, did you? She has been trying all morning to find the perfect things from her shopping list for her, and when the time began to run out she got stressed because she wanted to do it right. She rushed herself. Wouldn't you do that, too, if you were her? Maybe she didn't mean to call you those things. Sometimes ponies say things they don't mean when they are mad, sad, stressed, overwhelmed, or even excited. Please don't take this argument to the extremes. It's just like something foals would fight about." Derpy sat down.

She... she actually did pretty good. Better than I had imagined, really. I thought, glancing over at Derpy, who continued eating her muffin.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You're welcome." She whispered back.

'The Fashion Attorney' came to the floor again. "I have something to say. I agree with Mrs. Whooves, and I rest my case." With that, she threw off her coat, glasses, and fedora. 

I couldn't believe it. As her bright blue eyes looked at me, I suddenly realized who it was. Rarity? Why is she here? I don't care! She's awesome! She and Derpy are the best lawyers ever! I wanted to scream it, but I kept it sealed inside my mouth, which was in a big, tight grin.

"And you, princie, needs to grow up! You are such a disgrace. Ooh, did I verbally abuse you? But I'm your lawyer. You can't bring me to court, because I don't think you're going to find another lawyer that'll work with you. I only agreed because I wanted to see if you changed. I was hoping you did. But, no! You are that same, ugly, good for nothing foal-minded brat!" Rarity yelled.

"Preach it!" hollered Derpy.

"Now the jury decides." Celestia said, beating her gavel on the table.





"Vanilla Mocha...." a first one said,

"Is innocent." another one finished. 

"Thank you! Thank you!" I said, remembering to stay calm.

Prince Blueblood snorted out of disgust, but I didn't care. 

"Thank you, Derpy. Thank you, too, Rarity. You both are just too awesome!" I said. 

"No problem. And I've been meaning to scream that in Blueblood's face for a while." She smiled as she talked.

As I was leaving court, I would've forgotten about the shopping list if Derpy hadn't mentioned it in court. 

Let's see, I have the muffins, the ice-cream-swirl-junk, and I'm about to get the lemonade stuff,   I thought, turning down Lemon Lane to Iron Will's Custom Lemonade Stand.