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// Spring (4/25/2017) 
// Story: A Pony a Day 
// by OfTheIronwilled 
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Flowers burst out on the hills, pops of vibrant color against an ocean of wavy green. Petals, leaves and stems sway in the breeze, billowing the hot sweet scents of pollen. All kinds of animals and insects bounce around the horizon; butterflies drink in golden nectar; bees buzz a morning song; iridescent beetles sparkle in the sunlight. All around is a flood of lush life, so beautiful and free...

Spike would probably like it if his allergies weren't actually, literally murdering him. Like, right at this very moment. And if he didn't have to wipe his eyes and nose every two seconds. And if it didn't feel like his body hated him for existing.

But as it stands? Yeah. This sucks.

Spike practically buries his face into Twilight's mane and hopes she gets done exploring the dragonsbane fields soon.