Chryssie hummed as she trotted out of the dark, smelly, nasty cave. The sun shined, the birds sang, it smelled so nice!
Actually... That wasn't so. It was cloudy, grey, the birds were huddled like angry marshmallows, and it smelled like mud.
Chryssie frowned at that last through and asked out loud "What does an angry marshmallow look like? Fluffy, duh, but... Does is have angry eyes? Is it full of marshness? Maybe, maybe it is angrily thinking on how wrong it is when squeezed into a smor!"
Chryssie shrugged at that last sentence, looking at the recipe. There were normal things like eggs, butter, flour. But some were a bit weird, like poison joke, Phoenix egg yokes, and timberwolf sap.
Chryssie stared and muttered "Now why would anyling want timberwolf sap? Like... That stuff is weird. Really weird. I remember a changeling once came in cover in it, and he went coo-coo for a long time!"
Chryssie rolled her eyes, then said determinely "Well, if these beacons of donut goodness hope need that, then they got it!"
Chryssie say on a tree stump then sighed as she said "Well, I'm stumped. I don't know where to get Timberwolf sap. Or a phoenix egg yoke. Or even poison joke!"
Chryssie frowned and thought then hummed a little song, then thought some more, before yelling "I have it! I'll go find some Timberwolves and find some sap! Easy!"
Chryssie hopped off her log, before whispering "I hope."
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Chryssie crept like a snake along the green grass under the trees. It was an important mission, and she may or may not die... But at least it would be for the Good of Equestria.
Chryssie saw the Timberwolves. They were napping, their wooden brown bodies creaking at every breath. Their drool was the sap.
To steal some sap would require patience, sneakiness, calmness, and quietness.
Chryssie suddenly jumped up and ran strait at them, firing up her horn.
The quietness was broken by a loud voice screaming "CCCCCHHHHHAAAARRRGGGEEE!!!!!"
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"Ok, that wasn't such a great idea."
Chryssie was wincing as she walked, her hooves aching. She had scratches everywhere, her hair was a mess and one of her wings was bent.
How did her mission go?
Badly. It went VERY badly.
But Chryssie still had a grin on her face. She had gotten the sap and scooped some in her magic. Now she just needed to find a bowl to dump it in, then on to the poison joke.
Chryssie walked along, as she walked and saw a hut. It was decorated with weird masks... But still pretty cool.
Chryssie peeped in one of the windows, and saw no one. But she saw some empty bowls. They were made of wood and had well designed carvings on them, probably some tribal influence. The richness of a culture that whoever the creature that lived in this weird hut came from was absolutely amazing.
But enough Dilly dally! Time to get to work! Chryssie went to where the door was and pushed on it.
And pushed.
And pushed
Chryssie frowned, panted in exhausted, and asked out loud "Why won't the door open? I don't get it."
Chryssie then pulled on the handle and it opened right away.
After some self name calling and feeling like a silly changeling, Chryssie walked in.
Chryssie mumbled "Let's see.... We need a nice bowl. Not too big, not too small. Not too flashy, not too plain. It needs some prettiness, but not over the top. How about.... Um... Oh! This one will do nicely!"
Here, Chryssie picked up a wooden bowl. It was of a nice size, a little, ok a lot, wider then her head. It was made of a dark, cherry red wood that smelled like sweet things. It was empty, and had beautiful, but not too beautiful, carvings. Patterns.
Chryssie dumped the sap in the bowl, before she spied a bag. It was old, worn, and ugly, surely the owner wouldn't want it?
Chryssie said "I will need a place to put my other ingredients... And I don't think whoever lives in this scary, weird, but cool tree hut would mind!"
Chryssie grabbed the bag and hung it across her shoulders... That is, a changeling's shoulders.
Anyway, she grabbed it, dumped out the vials of potion stuff, and walked out of the weird, scary, but cool tree hut.
Chryssie checked the list and said "Timberwolf sap is clear and a go! Next, I should probably gather some.... Oh! I know! Poison joke!"
Chryssie hummed, and trotted on, before stopping and saying "If I keep talking to myself, other creature might think I'm crazy! And I'm not, I'm just Chryssie! The Donut Princess of Justice!"
Chryssie gulped in air after this *impressive* speech, before saying "Ok, now I just sound really, really, REALLY stupid. And Princesses can't be stupid, right? Right right."
Chryssie trotted off again, humming a different song, while carefully keeping an eye out for the gorgeous blue, shiny Poison Joke.
Meanwhile, the owner of the weird, scary, but cool tree hut came back.
The owner said "I can't believe I left my bag, or how else can I gather herbs that are rather rad."
The owner then stopped and she noticed her weird, scary, but cool tree hut. It was broken into, the door left slightly ajar, potions lying around, thankfully, in tact, and bowls being shuffled through.
The owner sighed and said "Tis appears someone was in my house, but I fear it was worse then a mouse."
The owner then noticed that her bag was gone. Her worn, ugly, yet close to the heart bag. Was gone.
The owner said "It seems I was mistaken, for a thief has my bag taken."
With that said, the owner then noticed some important details. A changeling's mane pieces... Some Timberwolf sap, goodness! Who would ever, in their right minds, collect Timberwolf sap!? That stuff was bad indeed!
The owner said "I think bad things will transpire, or else my name is not Zecora."
...what? You didn't think Zecora rhymed all the time, right?