May 30
When Aquamarine got out of bed to go to the bathroom, that's what woke me up. Since she was on the very inside, she had to either go over or around, and even though she went around she moved the mattress a lot.
Meghan didn't wake up, though, although she shifted around in her sleep and flopped over on her back, which took up most of the room that Aquamarine had had. So when she was done in the bathroom, I took a turn and let her have my spot.
That meant when I was finished, I had to work my way in along the wall, but I didn't mind. It was a little tricky to get in without waking Meghan all the way up, but I did, claiming her breast as my pillow.
Both of us snoozed until Meghan woke up. I felt her moving around under me, and when I opened my eyes I was looking right at Aquamarine who had also figured out how nice a pillow Meghan could be.
So we didn't get up right away, because Meghan was so happy to have us cuddled up against her that she took turns scratching our ears and petting our manes.
It was really crowded in the shower with the three of us, and we sort of had to change around our routine a little bit, but Meghan didn't mind. She washed herself while me and Aquamarine washed each other, and once we were all clean she brushed out our manes and tails. Then I showed Aquamarine how to brush Meghan, which was basically the same as a pony except that she had to sit on the floor so we could reach.
We went to breakfast together and didn't have waffles because the waffle-maker had gotten broken again, but there was plenty of other food.
Since it was a really nice day again, Aquamarine wanted to walk to the parade, and I kind of did too but Aric was going to give us a ride, and I hadn't seen him all weekend. When I said that, though, Meghan said that she would send him a message of where to meet us, and she said that she didn't think he would mind if we met him there.
I thought she was probably right, so she took out her telephone and sent him a telegram, then we went down the hill and into town.
There were already all sorts of people lining up, but we were early enough that we got a pretty good spot, just past the hotel. Meghan told both of us what Memorial Day was about, and she said that we would be seeing veterans of various wars marching in the parade.
Parades weren't really a pegasus thing—although we occasionally had fly-bys—but Aquamarine was familiar with them. She said that they had parades for the Summer Wrap-Up festival and for the Summer Harvest and Autumn Harvest festivals as well.
We'd been there for maybe twenty minutes when Aric came walking up, followed by David and Angela. When he got close I got up on my hind hooves and kissed him, even though I probably shouldn't have with all the people around.
After that, it was a little awkward standing around while we waited for the parade to start. I think it would have been better if I had just been with Aric, and Aquamarine with Meghan, but it would have been rude to just leave Aquamarine.
I think Angela kind of figured out what was going on, because she pulled David between Aric and Meghan and kind of moved me and Aquamarine around to be in front of them. It probably wasn't the best arrangement, but it worked. Aric started talking to David, and Angela talked to Meghan, while Aquamarine and I talked to each other.
We heard the parade before we saw it. Off in the distance, I began to hear a band playing, and then I leaned my head out in the street and saw a pair of people carrying a sign come around a corner, and behind them were a group of people carrying flags, and then behind that was a band, and I couldn't see any further.
There were a lot of people leaning forward to see as the parade got close, but once it got by us, we just watched as everybody went past, and it was quite a sight to see.
After the first marching band passed, there was a big group of soldiers, all of them young. They were followed by a big red car that didn't have a roof, and there were two pretty girls in sparkly dresses sitting on the back, waving to the crowd.
Then there were a couple of floats, each one pulled by a shiny pickup truck. One of them had a bunch of kids throwing candy into the crowd.
Those were followed by a group of men wearing plaid skirts and playing a set of pipes that had a haunting banshee wail, and the veterans were behind them. Some of them were as young as the men in the very front had been, but others were much older. Their uniforms were more of a hodge-podge; the younger ones were wearing outfits like the men in the front, while others were wearing neat suits with ribbons on their breasts. And right behind them was a bright green semi-truck towing a flat trailer that had seats on it, and even older men sat on that, waving to the crowd.
They were followed by a bunch of children and teenagers wearing tan and khaki outfits, who had a sign that said Troop 292.
Men with funny hats in tiny little cars followed behind them, zipping all around the road. I thought one of those cars would be fun to have.
Another marching band came behind the cars, then more floats. There were a pair of wagons pulled by horses; one of them said 4-H, and the other one said FFA. Both Aquamarine and I whinnied a greeting to the horses, and they whinnied back.
At the very end of the floats were a whole line of firetrucks and ambulances, and their sirens were loud enough that both of us ponies pinned our ears back. And when the last one had passed, the parade was over, and people all around us started to walk away.
We went with Aric back to campus. Meghan came with us, and when we got to Winston we had to decide how we were all going to fit in, and we finally decided that the best way was for three of us to ride in the back and three in the front. So me and Aquamarine and Meghan would up being the ones in the back, which was a lot of fun. I could put my forelegs up on the railing and pretend that I was riding on a float.
When we got back to campus, we had to decide what our plans for the rest of the day were. I still wanted to see Conrad, which we could do after lunch. Plus Aquamarine wanted to talk to Brianna some more, so we planned to do that after meeting with Conrad, then we'd eat dinner on campus and later meet Aric at Durak.
He said that since he was here, he might as well eat lunch with us, and he moved Winston into a parking spot and invited David and Angela to join us.
We ate in the dark room, because Aric knew everyone who sat at that table a lot better (and it gave me a chance to introduce Aquamarine to a bunch of my Durak friends).
Lunch went long, because everyone wanted to talk to Aquamarine, and we were having so much fun that we probably could have stayed through until dinner.
The three of us went together back to the parking lot and he offered to give us a ride to Conrad's house, but it wasn't very far and me and Aquamarine both wanted to walk. But we followed him over to Winston anyway, so I could give him a goodbye kiss.
When he got to the truck, he picked a little white slip of paper off the windshield and said that Lynette was really on the ball today, then he crumpled it up and tossed it into the back of the truck. Then he leaned over so I could kiss him goodbye and we both waved as he drove out of the parking lot.
Conrad lived a couple of blocks away, and while we walked over there I told Aquamarine about him, and about poetry class. She sounded pretty interested, and so I recited a couple of short poems that we had learned, and I promised I could read her more when we got back to the dorm room if she wanted. I would have liked to memorize all the ones I liked, but that was a lot of poems and I wasn't too good at memorizing poems.
I wonder how Gusty had managed to memorize all her lines?
It didn't take too long before we got to his little white house with a white fence around it and a garage that was right up against the road. Aquamarine got distracted by his plants—there were grassy-looking bushes right up by the road, and flowers lining the brick walk up to his front door.
I pushed the bell and pretty soon he answered the door and welcomed us both inside. He shook hooves with me and Aquamarine and then led us into his library which had more books than I'd ever seen in any one place besides the college library. It was hard to believe one person could own so many books.
He left us in there while he went to fetch his wife. I liked her the moment I saw her; she was a full head shorter than him, but had the same lively look in her eyes. When he introduced us, Jean said how much Conrad had talked about me, which made me blush. Then she went away for a minute, only to come back in with a silver tray with tea and cookies on it.
There were enough chairs for all of us, although Conrad had to pull the one away from his desk.
He read her a couple of his favorite poems by e e cummings, and then he also read a poem called St. Francis Einstein of the Daffodils, which was by William Carlos Williams who we had not talked about in class. It was a kind of silly poem, but I liked it, and so did Aquamarine.
Then he said that he had a very special poem to read for her, and he took a sheet of notebook paper off his desk and read her my poem about the cloud, and he told her that I had written it.
Aquamarine didn't have any poetry that she'd written, but she knew some: she said that last year, a pegasus named Gypsum Prose had visited Ponyville, and she'd read some of her poems. One of them was called The Cutie.
She recited it first in Equestrian, 'cause that was the way she knew it, and then we translated it for him:
I wonder, I think, I try, I do!
A flash of inspiration, revelation.
A new path before me opens
A new future now unfolds
As if in a burst of light.
It now shows for all to see
That special thing that makes me... ME!
He wanted to know what it was about, so we explained to him about cutie marks and how we got them when we found something unique about ourselves that sets us apart from other ponies. And Jean thought it was a little strange that they'd just appear, but we both said that was what had happened to each of us, and that was what happened to everypony.
She said that there was one more poem she could remember perfectly, and that was called Writing:
A scratch in silence
A dance of pen on page
Thought given form, sometimes crudely.
Dream transcribed, a wish expressed
Story saved for generations
Poetry given life
Art Transcribed in medium
Alas, all for nothing if not shared
Or ignorance doth reign.
Conrad asked her why that poem had stuck with her, and she said it was because that winter she had tried her hoof at writing some poems, but she hadn't been very good at it. She said that she would get a little ways into it and just get stuck. He said that she ought not get discouraged, and just try again. Then he told her how Emily Dickinson had only published a few of her poems while she was alive, but after she had died, her sister had discovered all her unpublished poems and all of them were very good. He said that sometimes writers are afraid to publish because they don't see their own worth, but if they touch a life then they have done a good thing.
Then he asked if he could read a couple more poems for us.
She nodded, and so he first read her The Golden Boat, and then he said he had a very special poem that he couldn't read for the class. It was called The Sea, and he had written it himself.
When it was time for us to go, I hugged Conrad and his wife, and Aquamarine did, too.
Back on campus, Aquamarine wanted to go visit Brianna again, and we found her in her dorm room, doing her homework. However, she was happy to see both of us, and pretty soon we were out on campus, walking around and looking at all the plants. I was sure Brianna had seen them all before, but that didn't dampen her enthusiasm any. She took us around to all her favorite plants on campus, most of which had been planted intentionally. We ended our tour by fighting our way down the slope next to DeWaters, where she pointed out a scraggly marijuana plant that she figured some student had planted as a joke.
Aquamarine said that it didn't look very healthy, and Brianna told her that she was pretty sure that they needed more sun than it was getting down here. So Aquamarine wanted to dig it up and transplant it where it would do better, but Brianna said that was a bad idea, because they were illegal plants. Then Aquamarine asked if it was dangerous, and Brianna told her it wasn't; it was just illegal because the people who made laws were really stupid sometimes.
I could see that she was skeptical about it, but she agreed to leave it alone.
They had pizzas for dinner, and with the two of us together, we got to pick more slices than I would have alone, because humans don't like sharing their food.
Brianna ate at our table so she could talk to Aquamarine more, and when dinner was over, they exchanged addresses and promised to write each other, than Brianna gave Aquamarine a big hug and made her promise to send updates on her experiments.
We had a little time before Durak, so I said that there was one more thing I wanted to show her, and took her over to the big parking lot tower next to the hotel, and we went all the way up to the top and looked over the edge at the city around us. I said that it was the best view you could get without being able to fly or being in one of the skyscratchers that were around it. I hadn't really thought about it before, but I wondered if it was possible to get up to the top of one of them? The Willis Tower in Chicago had a floor where you could look out the windows, so maybe one of these would as well.
Of course, I didn't really need that, since I could fly high enough to see whatever I wanted. But it might be nice for next time Aquamarine visited.
We still got to the coffee shop early. The man at the counter who's called a barista recognized me of course, and I introduced Aquamarine to him and told her that the mint mocha with whipped cream was the best thing on the menu, so she ordered that, too, and we took it upstairs and the two of us pushed the tables together so that there would be enough room when everyone arrived.
Aric got there next, and pretty soon the rest of the group showed up, and we had to explain the rules to Aquamarine. I sat right next to her and looked at her cards and helped her out in the first game, which Keith said was cheating, but I didn't think so.
Then as the game played out, a third ace of spades showed up, and then everyone accused Keith of cheating—even though he hadn't gotten any of them—and he said that he didn't know what had gone wrong, and after the game was over everyone helped sort the two decks, but that was the only extra card that we found.
In the second game, Aquamarine had gotten a pretty good sense of how it worked, so I let her play on her own. She was a little more cautious than I was, but still good enough not to lose any times, although it was pretty close in the last game—she was the second-to-last to go out of cards, and she got lucky because she was able to dump two useless fives when Keith played a five of trump, and she went out of cards just before he did.
Everyone agreed that that had been a bad loss for Malcolm, because he only had trump cards left in his hand, but everyone else had had fewer cards left, and if he hadn't played cards that we could follow up on, he would have won. But he admitted he'd thought that all the fives were gone, and if he had known that there were still two of them in play, he wouldn't have played his hand out that way.
I would have liked to spend the night with Aric, but Aquamarine had to be on the train pretty early tomorrow morning, and it would be rude to make her sleep on the couch, or leave her alone in my dorm room just because I wanted some sex. So I had him drop us off at Trowbridge and he said that he could come tomorrow morning and take her to the train station, which I thought was really nice of him. And it kind of hurt to kiss him goodbye.
We curled up in my bed together and Peggy looked up from the book she was reading and said that we were the most adorable thing ever.
Silver Glow's Poem:
Where do you go, cloud?
You drift across the sky,
Aimless.
Nobody directs you,
Nobody causes you to rain:
You're purposeless.
Those on the ground do not know you
They do not understand you
Like I do.
They marvel at your shadow,
They think of your shape,
They think you are a wooly sheep.
I know you.
I can touch you and feel you.
I can make you rain.
But I don't. I let you drift
Aimlessly
Bringing joy to those below.
As to the parade. The Shriners Convention by Ray Stevens.
https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=shriners+convention+song+lyrics&&view=detail&mid=DCFCB3C88A7847FFD12ADCFCB3C88A7847FFD12A&&FORM=VRDGAR
Gears grinding, engine howling,
Dragging unimaginable weight,
The Juggernaught crawls ahead.
Crowds cheering,
Bands playing,
The Juggernaught crawls ahead.
The crowd falls silent,
The band marks time.
The juggernaught crawls ahead.
Carrying a single chair.
Empty.
Earth pony ability + marijuana = ?
See, I'm one of those weirdos who likes bagpipe music. And I don't have a drop of Scottish blood in my body!
So Aquamarine too tried herself at poetry? What is it with ponies and poetry.
I am not complaining, it isn't a bad thing, far from it, but with Gusty doing Sheakespearian theater, 3 out of 4 pony enjoyed poetry. It seem like a big proportion, that all.
Why is it in bold?
For some reason, the gdocs to fimfiction interface isn't playing nice. I thought I caught all those last night....
7443210 Oh, so I'm not alone, then? It's been really ornery for me today
Pinkie Pie already has one at least according to Toys R Us.
Also I can't imagine Equestrians not being accosted by children when in public.
The moms would tell their kids:
"I know they look like small horses with big eyes, but they're people from far away. You can't just go over and pet them."
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Also check your dates this chapter and last two. You've got discrepencies between text and title
7443188 Even if you do like Bagpipes, they DO sound like a banshee wail - and, honestly, the only two songs bagpipes sound good playing are Amazing Grace and the Scottish National Anthem.
I'm surprised Silver didn't just hover over the crowd to see the parade better.
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Please don't lump them all together. There are many types of bagpipes. Calling the Highland Pipes "Bagpipes" is a bit annoying (though not as annoying as films like Braveheart when they're playing highland pipes on screen but the soundtrack is clearly uilleann pipes, or "Celtic" Bands that are really New Age and for some reason just play practice chanters, smothered in synth ambience).
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I refer you to This song:
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And The Gael.
And Dawning of Day.
And Itchy Fingers.
And Will Ye No Come Back Again.
And Bells of Dunblaine.
And Highland Cathedral.
And Rakes of Mallow.
And Longueval.
And Minnie Hynd.
I oughta tie you up and drag you to this years Edinburgh Tattoo, sirrah.
(They added "Royal" to the name a couple years back. I wonder if they'll have to change it back after Brexit)
You must've had a sucky childhood if you didn't play "Did you ever see a Lassie" on repeat (even though wiki says it originated as an Austrian accordion tune.)
So very Silver.
You know, these words ring a bell, but I just can't place them.
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>profit
when you add a zebra to the mix, shit gets real
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why is the chapter named May 31 ?
and the fist line reads May 30 ?!
7443195 They're an entire species that semi-randomly bursts out into coordinated song. Maybe.
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I live in Scotland, and I don't like the things.
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I've always been more impressed by what the preteens had to do. The ventilation system relied on various doors being opened and closed in sequence usually far away from the actual coal front so they had boys of about 8-10 do that. Not that physically demanding but you only got given candles for a few hours light a day out of a 10 hour shift, unless your family was rich enough to afford extra which if they could you wouldn't be down the mines. So you sat there in the dark, no just the dark of a cloudless night but the dark of being hundreds of meters under ground and in the distance you could just about make out what was probably the tapping of the picks and above you your could hear the occasional groan of several million tons of rock settling. And you did that for hours without any other human interaction, it doesn't pay to be imaginative in that situation. Or maybe it did.
Plus when you were an adult and moved to actual mining the local coal seams were only a foot or two thick so they were actually cut lying on your side. When large scale automation came in mid century the place was all shut down as it wasn't economical to use the new equipment compared to other seams.
I'm starting my 5th decade next year unfortunately.
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Luxury! I'll be starting my sixth, you young types don't know how lucky you are.
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As an aside, I've been surprised these last few weeks by how many people over 40 there are on this site.
What? Conrad is a real person? That's so cool! I note that he stopped teaching at Kalamazoo in 1998, which gives us a bit of a timeframe for when the author attended there, and also shows us a bit of artistic liberty being taken, but I feel the story is better for it. Were you really in his class? Was he really like this? Does he know you've put him into a story with a pony as his prize student?
Just one set of horses in the parade? Our little town of Wamego must have fifty or so for the 4th of July.
"...and didn't have waffles because the waffle-maker had gotten broken again, ..." Curse you, waffle-maker breaker!
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Did you just write this?
Because it's good.
The intricate descriptions of the mechanics of pony cuddle-piles might be my favorite thing about this story.
Oh my god hnnnnnnnng
"Dear Humanity, seriously what the hay."
Accurate.
7443188 Agreed! Bagpipes are really great to listen to!
Seeing Silver Glow driving a go kart like a Shriner would be hilarious to see, especially if she had that little fez
hat!
I wonder if Meghan is supposed to be a reference to the first generation human MLP character, especially where she's getting to cuddle with all the ponies.
I'm sort of surprised she didn't invite her along; in general you seem to be depicting ponies as being rather liberal when it comes to such things.
*then
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Now I have a mental image of her sticking her head out the side, tongue wagging in the breeze.
and I was there, and I was there, and I was there!
It also has a floor.
Double period.
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Silver probably wouldn't object to Aquamarine coming along or even joining in, but she'd feel a bit crass to proposition her just out of convenience instead of any actual interest. Add to this that Aquamarine needs to be up early, and it's hard to sleep in a bed that two other people are using for something else.
In all honesty, people, who among us hasn't seen a Shriners car formation and wanted in on it?
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Quit revvin' it up, boy!
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For some reason, this brought the Titanic to mind. Maybe because I was reading a thorough debunking of the 'swapped ships' conspiracy theory.
Excellent poem!
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Have you ever wanted to sit under a marijuana tree? Because an earth pony could make that happen.
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As do I. At the Michigan Renaissance Festival, they've got a Scottish weekend, and there's nothing quite like hearing the pipe band that leads the noon parade echoing across the faire.
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Poetry is awesome.
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And a cardboard cutout of Maud, too.
I would think a few years on, people would have gotten used enough to them that that wouldn't be a major issue. There probably aren't more than a dozen pettings/attempted pettings for Silver Glow each day.
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That's what I get for posting when I'm half-asleep.
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Not just a banshee wail, but a whole banshee choir. And that's why I love them.
(Also since everyone else is sharing bagpipe links, here's one with a bagpipe being played in an orchestral piece [I actually have this album on vinyl, and you can see from the grooves on the record where the bagpipe comes in].)
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That would have been rude to do in front of her ground-bound friends.
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That's one thing I would like to visit one day.
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She's always upbeat and relentlessly adorable.
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I got confused when I posted the chapter.
earth pony plant abilities + zebra potion abilities. . . .
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They do. Which does make a love of poetry pretty logical.
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What health and safety regulations?
Bad Horse actually recently wrote a blog post about thinking like a person in a historical era--working conditions like those would be intolerable these days, of course, but back then I bet it was at least a pretty decent job. Might have been the best job around, even. And all the older people I've talked to have memories like these, or a complete lack of environmental controls that would horrify a modern American (when my high school history teacher was in school himself, they crossed a bridge downstream of a paint factory, and every day at lunch they'd make bets on what color the stream would be).
I've thought about including that kind of detail in some story, but I don't think it would be well-received.
If I'm doing my math the same way you are, we're the same age, then.
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It's probably not that large a number, but I think that certain stories attract older readers, and that we older readers and writers often tend to avoid the ones that are popular with the younguns. My best guess is that young writers write, and are attracted to, edgy stories, while the older readers and writers want something that we can get our teeth into.
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He is, and he taught one of my poetry classes.
I graduated in '99. Yeah, I've taken some liberties; there's a mixture of what's in Kalamazoo now, and what was there when I attended. For example, the Walgreen's where Silver Glow met the angry man used to be a Burger King, so that detail has been modernized; whereas the dining hall in Hicks Center is described as it was 20 years ago.
Yes; one of them.
Somewhat. I did make him a bit more 'fun' than he really was*, but . . . one of the poems I wrote and turned in for class was about a man re-negotiating a deal with the devil (the man was only called 'sir' in the poem), and his comment on it was "Sounds like Sir is a very good negotiator." And he did love e e cummings, and after his class, so did I.
He used to ride his bicycle to class, which seemed very strange to me, having grown up in the country where none of my friends from school were within reasonable bicycling distance (nor did we have sidewalks once you got outside of the village).
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*He never re-arranged the desks, had class outside, or wore odd shirts to make a point.
I doubt it. I don't think he'd mind, though; it would be interesting to know how many of my readers have started reading poems since I began this story.
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Thank you again for the poems!
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Small towns sometimes have more horses, because they're easier to come by. Last parade through our town that I saw didn't have any.
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Best morning ever for both humans and ponies.
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Maybe if she plays her cards right, she can get to drive one for the Fourth of July parade. Wouldn't that be something?
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She isn't; that's just pure coincidence.
Seems to me that there's a bit of a difference between openly talking about it and inviting someone along to join in or share the bed but not be able to participate, especially when Aquamarine doesn't know Aric at all. It's weird enough when it involves people who all know each other and are in tangled relationships with each other already, trust me.
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Correction made; thank you!
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Corrections made; thank you!
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Exactly.
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Yeah; I think that if there was an interest there, it would be a lot more likely to happen, but to just do it because Silver Glow doesn't want to spend the night without Aric is rude.
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I know I have.
The parade sounds short to me. In my town, all of the Marching Bands from all of the local High Schools are in the parade. The police, firedepartment, and buscompany participate in the parade. The CoastGuardStation participates too.
What's the difference between Durak and Durach?
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One is a Russian card game and the other is a city in Germany.
And I'm a bad speller.
I thought that looked a little odd.
Well who knows, maybe Aquamarine might like some as well. derpicdn.net/img/2013/12/7/491962/large.png
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Typo corrected; thank you!
Perhaps. Poor Aquamarine hasn't been getting any.
So chapter two of double pony fun time day, yay!
Aquamarine may be shier and more introverted then Silver, but still a pony, and still knows how to have fun, now let's see those wimpy human arms get destroyed by superior pony power! BOW BEFORE YOU MASTERS!
Also yes, all those dudes and chicks that brag about being hardcore because of piercings and tattoos, there are ponies that get nails driven into their feet, multiple times! Deal with that!
And so the Cedric/Aquamarine romance starts! This is a sweet one, but even reading it again, it seems to come out of nowhere and just.. happen. Likely cause we are only seeing things from Silver's POV and so can't see what's going on in their heads, but still felt a tad quick for how deep their connection seems to be. It's not bad, just, odd feeling a bit. You can tell right off Cedric sees something in her, but just, hard to really understand without getting into their heads like with Silver.
And yes, you can always rely on the wiseass to break up an awkward moment with something stupid. They do serve a vital function.
Then again Pony Snuggles do work wonders very quickly, he is simply giving into the inevitable. ALL HUMANS SHALL BE SNUGGLED!
Silly indecisive Meghan, you have two ponies eager to get naked with you in a hot tub and being all shy about it. How long after she gets to Equestria does she just go full 'native' and walk around naked just because she can? Then again, if it's in Canterlot, that place is pretty high up, so might be too chilly.
Ohhh telling some human about Ponyville, the Disaster Capital of Equestria! Every week or so there is some monster attack, or evil villain out for revenge, or swarm of parasprites, or magic experiment gone wrong, or some over blown comedic debacle that ends up with part of the town smoking. Fun place.
Then Meghan has the happiest night of her life, snuggling between two ponies. Well happiest till she gets to Equestria and one of those ponies is a stallion, and it's a bit more then just snuggling.
Though this does lead to a dilemma, not sure who to be more envious of, Meghan for having ponies using her as a pillow, or he ponies for getting to use her boob pillows...... this story man, it poses some DEEP questions.... Either way, Meghan is waking up in furry heaven,
She even wants to keep pony time all to herself a bit longer and walk to the parade with them.
Not to mention about three or four random Pinkie Pie Song parades a month, the bi-monthly 'we've gone a month without exceeding our reconstruction budget' parades, the random Mane 6 just converted another villain, let's hold a parade to show them friendship parades, and a few others.
Angela is smart human, getting some diffusion between the tension building over two people that both want pony.
So, going by how she doesn't recognize them, Equestria does not have bagpipes.... it truly is a paradise.
Now I want to see ponies in Shriners cars, especially since they'd be wearing fezzes, and fezzes are cool.
Pony can get away with riding up in the bed of the truck, doubt any laws forbid ponies from being back there. Also, Silver, stop acting like a dog, we all know ponies are Feline related.
Of course Conrad's house has a white picket fence around it, that is just too perfect.
Silver being all impressed by Conrad's book collection, meanwhile
"How cute, it reminds me of my secondary, back up, spare book closet."
Of course he talked about best pony at home, he really did seem to be the only teacher that was actually excited to have a pony in class.
That was a great pony poem, just, so perfect.....
Yes pony hugs all around! I just, really loved this scene. Conrad was already awesome, and this just.. it was so lovely and sweet and perfect.
Ohhh boy, Silver wandering into the wilds of drug laws..... yeah I'm not touching this one.
If two ponies piled on a bed are cute, imagine even more of them! At some point it will reach critical cuteness and become a singularity of cuddles drawing all into it's mass.
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Not only should you never get in a drinking contest with an earth pony, you should also never get in a test of strength with them. You will lose.
I know, right? And for some of them, especially during planting time, it's once a month. Plus, of course, getting their hooves (and teeth) filed, and their frogs trimmed down. . . .
Yeah, some of the stuff that happens around Silver isn't quite as obvious, since it's all told in her POV and what she thinks is the most significant things to include in her journal. There were actually several things that would have been included in a normal story but weren't, because they were the kind of things that would have gone unnoticed by Silver. I guess the short explanation is that they both saw something in each other that clicked . . . maybe Earth Ponies (or other ponies) believe in love at first sight or soulmates, and maybe Cedric vowed that he would one day marry a woman who could beat him at arm wrestling. My grandpa always said that he knew he was going to marry my grandma because of how well she could cook crab cakes.
Leon is really the most on-point when it comes to defusing situations. He knows what's required for any given situation. He'll go far in life.
You cannot resist a pony snuggle. That's an actual fact.
To paraphrase Fat Tony: "Five minutes." Yeah, Canterlot would probably be chilly, but I don't see that stopping her on sunny days. And from personal experience, you can adapt to wider temperature swings than most modern Westerners would expect.
On the plus side, unlike many places on Earth, they've got disaster preparedness and response down to an art form.
The only thing better than snuggling with one pony is snuggling with two ponies. This is also a true fact.
Really, both Meghan and the ponies come out as winners. And yes, Meghan is 100% in furry heaven.
Can you blame her? We know if she thought she could get away with it, she'd go to Equestria in Silver Glow's suitcase.
All the good festivals, in other words. Pinkie probably isn't the only pony who can create a spontaneous Ponyville parade, either. Although she is, without a question, the best at it.
Social knowledge for the win! She knows maybe before even Silver Glow does that there's a minor storm brewing, and moves to stop it before it can become anything.
I dunno. I do like bagpipes.
Ponies in cars are just awesome. And so are fezzes. Really, a win on so many levels.
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Depending on the state (and I don't know Michigan's laws), anyone or anyone over 18 can get away with it.
And while ponies are mostly cat, they do have some dog-like traits, such as sometimes wagging their tails.
He's a white picket fence kind of guy to a casual glance, but of course he's much deeper than that.
I have a feeling that pegasi don't generally keep books, and I can't imagine Chonamare's library being all that well stocked, either. Twilight, yeah, she's got enough books to out-book a small-town library, easy. And her collection is only going to grow.
She loves poetry, he loves poetry--why wouldn't he be excited to have her in class? Not to mention, she's got a way of looking at the world that is poetic, even if she doesn't realize it.
Conrad was the best. No question.
I wonder if ponies have drug laws?
That's a very real risk, especially when groups of ponies share train cars or hotel rooms. Critical cuteness can be reached, and woe unto the human that stumbles upon it.