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// ==> Minutes Earlier... 
// Story: Ponestuck 
// by ArtieStroke 
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...But only just a little over four

sirPippington [SP] started whinnying pepperMint [PM]

[SP] by jove this is a hefty looking doohickey!
[PM] Honestly I'm surprised it even fits in your house!
[SP] yeah the ol' flat isn't as spacious as it could be.
[SP] but it's home, you know?
[PM] I'll try to be careful- here, let me put down the Totem Lathe, there's a perfect nook for it downstairs
[SP] a nook?
[PM] Yeah! Right by the coat hanger in the living room
[SP] twistaloo?
[PM] Yeah?
[SP] that's where the door is, chum.
[PM] D:

You stare at the totem lathe, now effectively trapping you inside your own home- yep, the door totally opens inwards. You are a stuck pony. Pony-stuck, even.

Your mum is going to be quite cross when she tries to come back from grocery shopping. 

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