//------------------------------// // Super Trampoline's Car // Story: Sweetie Belle Can't Find Her Socks. // by Super Trampoline //------------------------------// "Super," Twilight began dryly, do you know how I can tell how much of a mess your life currently is? "No, how?" The bat pony responded to his conceptualization of an imaginary character. "I can tell based on how messy your car is. The more – to borrow a phrase from Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep— messy your car is, the more kipple is building up in it Dash food containers, business cards, trash, receipts, music equipment – the more I know you are struggling to keep your life together. " "Wow, that's depressing," super trampoline replied. "But I'm a pony, and ponies don't have cars." Twilight rolled her eyes. No, you're a human driving a 2007 Hyundai Santa Fe covered and bumper stickers, and you're running late to an appointment, as always because… Reasons I won't get into." "OK, fine, but what does that have to do with sweetie Belle finding her socks?" Twilight grand a mischievously. "Well, you know she's lived a lot of places hasn't been able to find her socks yet. But I know one place she hasn't looked, where a lot of stuff could be hiding. "My car?" "Exactly. And you've seen sweetie Belle is organizing a temps, right? You seen what she has done to rarities fashion paraphernalia. You wouldn't want that to happen to the contents of your car, now would you? " Super trampoline granted. "OK, OK, I get it. I'll clean my car" Twilight smiled. I knew you would come through. But also, let me know if you find any socks. "I do have a couple of dirty ones sitting at my feet from when I went to the last pony convention but none of sweetie bells. . Note, I will edit this later when I'm not driving