Sixty Fifth Week (And the toaster was never found.) · 5:19pm Jun 16th, 2013
Greetings, dear ponies. I do hope that all of you are in the mood for a story, otherwise, why would you be reading this? Let's begin.
Luna makes toast. (Chapter 1)
Luna makes toast. Simple, correct? Wrong.
How typical of her. Regardless, the writing in this story is superb. I do not mean insult to the many writers on this website, but you do not often find overly elaborate narrative schemes here or in most other fan fiction places. While there's the occasional typo, which is to be expected, I found this to be one of the better worded tales out there. My only confusion was with the slight fascination of drool within the first few sentences of the story. You'll see.
Forgive me for not having more, but at least this is on time. I hope that all of you are enjoying your respective seasons, as mine is currently filled with the many sniffles and sneezes brought about by pollen in the air. Do enjoy the weather, otherwise.
I have also had problems with pollen, possibly starting up allergies though I have not had allergies to pollen in my entire life. I'm still enjoying summer regardless. One thing has been quite peculiar: the number of raccoons invading the area around my yard. First one in the garage, then one on the neighbor's fence, followed by several(mother and children) in another neighbor's tree.
Hey! I can make toast just fine!