Twinkie

by Bad Horse


3. A Beautiful Night

Flim sighed. "Such a beautiful night."

"You couldn't have spoken more truly, brother-of-mine," Flam agreed. "See how the moon hangs over the marsh."

Both brothers turned their heads, which poked barely above the waterline, out towards the light. They were two dim, grey blotches in the shadows. They paused, listening to the chorus of the spring peepers. In fact it would have been hard to hear anything else.

"Inspiring."

"Breath-taking."

"And a cool mud bath is the perfect end to such an invigorating day," Flim said.

"I agree one-hundred percent."

"I hardly even notice the mosquitoes," Flim said.

"Certainly not."

Flam lifted a muddy hoof out of the water to scratch his nose, then sneezed.

"That was quite a party," Flim said.

"And for the good of science and ponykind!" Flam added.

"Yes, brother, our little soirée will enable ponies across Equestria to throw harder, louder, more-brightly colored parties!"

"An act equal parts charitable and hedonistic!" Flam said.

"And to think I'd never heard of a Party-Endurance-Testing Party before today," Flim said.

"Those two mares are certainly a formidable combination when they set their mind to something," Flam said.

"Indeed," Flim agreed. "One could hardly say which of the two is the more formidable."

Flam's right eye twitched.

"The pink one fired a confetti cannon in my face," Flim said. "Possibly two."

"Simultaneously and repeatedly," Flam agreed. "I think I've gone deaf in my left ear."

"She has a smile so broad I've seen ones like it before only in dreams," Flim said.

"I know exactly what you mean."

"But usually with sharper teeth."

"Just so," Flim agreed. "The purple one was quite cross when I shook my blood-sugar monitor off."

"I think I'm still sitting on mine."

Both brothers turned their heads up towards the arc of moonlit sky, delineated by the underside of the small bridge just a few hoofspans over their head.

"Do you think they're still up there?" Flim asked.

Flam looked up at the floorboards over his head, and shuddered.

"Not that it matters," Flim added.

"Of course not," Flam agreed.

"I'm perfectly content to sit here for a while longer, brother-of-mine."

Flam nodded. "On... on..." He sneezed.

"On such a beautiful night," Flim agreed.