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// The Gift of the Maud Pie 
// Story: Responses To A Disgruntled Friendship Student 
// by keaton-furman-prower 
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Dear Maud Pie:

So, you've had Boulder for all these years and yet you've never got him a pouch to carry in? Don't you think he deserves better?

~Rarity.





Dear Rarity:

You never got one for Tom.

~Maud Pie.





Dear Maud:

I was never able to find a pouch big enough for him. And by the time I got around to making one, I'd already lost interest in him.

Besides, while he was really hard, he never had the right sort of hardness, if you know what I mean.

~Rarity





Dear Pinkie Pie:

I'm really curious about the price of a party cannon in relation to a rock pouch. Is a cannon that can fire confetti and party supplies really so cheap that it can be traded away for a puny rock pouch? Or are those lousy little pouches insanely overpriced?

~Princess Twilight Sparkle

P.S.: If it had been me, I would have dragged the guy into a dark alley, beat the shit out of him, and kept both the pouch and the cannon.





Dear Twilight:

I was desperate and not thinking clearly when I made the deal.

...Also, I may have been a teensy-weensy bit high on a special blend of meth that I cooked up using a shard of the Crystal Heart that I "borrowed".

~Pinkie Pie





Dear Rarity:

You really make a great impression of my sister. You should sell party supplies at your new shop.

And maybe clothes made out of spoons. I always wanted spoon clothes.

~Maud Pie.