The air outside is chilly, but it's warmer than the recent nights, a sign of winter's impending end. I made my way to the hill that was bare of apple trees like we agreed. The moon and stars shone brightly, and there were no clouds in sight. It was the perfect night for our mission to get the scrap metal from the barn. I made my way up the hill but no sign of either Sweetie Belle or Scootaloo yet. I stand around for a while watching the fire flies repeatedly light up and go dark. Soon after I hear the crunch of the grass. I look over to see two small figures approaching me from the darkness.
"Caw!" Sweetie Belle called.
"Cockadoodledoo!" Scootaloo whispered.
"Hey, we agreed on bird calls!" Complained Sweetie Belle.
"A chicken is a bird!" Argued Scootaloo.
"Is not!" Sweetie Belle retorted.
"Guys! Seriously?" I scolded
"Sorry!" Chimed Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.
"Are y'all ready?" I asked.
"Yep!" replied Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle.
We set off from the tiny hill and trotted quietly to the barn. We came up to the big red door of the barn. It was looming over us like a giant.
"On three," Scootaloo ordered. "One, two, three!" We all began pushing with all the might three fillies could possibly muster. "Hey why won't the stupid door open?" Complained Scootaloo.
"Push harder!" I commanded.
"If I could push harder wouldn't I have already tried tha-" The crunching sound of grass stopped us dead in our tracks.
"Everypony hide!" I whispered. We all bounded into a nearby barrel. We were stack on top of one another like a totem pole. Scootaloo on the bottom, me in the middle, and Sweetie Belle on the top.
"Ow!" whined Scootaloo.
"Shush!" I ordered, sticking a hoof into Scootaloo's mouth. I peeked out of a hole in the middle of the barrel while Scootaloo spat out my hoof. I saw a tall stallion making his way to the barn. As he got closer I realized who it was. It was my big brother, Big Macintosh. He trotted up to the barn door and pushed it open as if it were nothing. We waited in silence while Big Macintosh was in there. He came out a minute later munching on some hay, heading back towards the house. "So that's where the hay's been going..." I thought.
"Hey he left the barn open!" Sweetie Belle pointed out. "What luck!" We made our way from the barrel into the barn. The only light inside was the moonshine peering in from the top window. I grabbed one of the old cow blankets and set it on the ground.
"Help me load on the scrap metal." I ordered.
"Right!" Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle chimed. We began loading what little bit of spare iron and copper we had in the barn, onto the blanket. After all the scrap metal had been loaded onto the blanket we began dragging the blanket over to the treehouse.
"Now how do we get it inside..." I wondered out loud.
"Uh oh..." said Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle.
Now that that chapter's out of the way I'll have more fun writing
getting it inside should be easy, they have a ramp to their treehouse if I recall correctly. but even if that doesn't work, they can just take it up one peice at a time, it'll take a little while but it'll get done.
could you perhaps, just maybe, make the chapters a teensy tiny bit longer?
that is, if its alright with you...
2331385 Glad to know you like it. I'm PLANNING on two more chapters but it's not set in stone. I will try to make them longer and if I'm in the mood to write a tad more in a minute, I'll have the next chapter up before I go to bed
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sweet! i love the prospect of this. It's just such a cool idea.
However i would understand if you don't get any more done tonight. I'm not a writer myself but i plan on starting soon enough and i know how hard it can be to write. Or you could just be lazy. That's fine too. I can still relate.
made my way the the hill, bare of apple trees like we agreed.
(The The Hill?) Think ya mean down the hill? Or something like that?
Just tryin to help.
Chapter Three Errors
We all began pushing with all the might 3 fillies could possible muster.
Change 3-three
"So that's where the hay's been going..."
Again start with ' and end with ' and make it italic.