Allergies

Equestria's lone human was miserable. His nose was doing things that noses just shouldn't do. The overflowing volume of tissues in his waste can attributed to that.

"Ugh!"

With a snort he reached for this third tissue in the last minute. His nose seemed determined to win the Running for the Leaves a few months early because all it had been doing for the last few days was run.

"...is it bad?" his visitor asked stepping back into the main room from his cottage's small kitchen.

"Worse."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Ponies don't get allergies."

There was a pause, punctuated with sniffled and choked breathing. "Fluttershy, there are no words to describe how much I hate all ponies so much right now."

"...oh, sorry." There was something decidedly not sorry in how she said that. Unphased by the declaration of being the target of his ire, she sat a mug before him, steam lazily drifting out of it. She sat down across from him at the small table, her own mug steaming before her.

"However, you are forgiven because of this wonderful herbal tea you've brought." He sipped at the mug. The warm mixture temporarily soothing his scratchy throat. Closing this eyes, he savored the brief reprieve.

"Do you think anypony would care if I burned down all the trees in Equestria?"

"...um, probably?"

"Damn." He took another noisy slurp from the mug. "If anypony ever ascends to being Princess of Pollen, I'm so going to punch them right in the snoot."

She raised an eyebrow, studying him over the rim of her own mug. "I don't think that will solve anything."

"No, it probably wont, but at least her nose will feel just as bad as mine."

He reached for another tissue.

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[kudzuhaiku]

The human is upside down. His nose runs and his feet smell. Ew.