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// Sleep 
// Story: Tales of Flutterbreeze: Hometown Blues 
// by Flutterbreeze 
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	Flutterbreeze was laying in bed, trying to sleep in the middle of the day. Trying, because every time he shut his eyes he heard a different loud noise coming from the room next to his. A crack of lightning, a small explosion, a yell about how something caught fire.
When he started to smell smoke, he decided enough was enough. He got up and walked out to knock on Trixie’s door. She opened it, holding a bucket of water that she had used to extinguish a futon. “What do you want? The great and powerful Trixie does not like to be disturbed.”
“Can you please be quiet? Some of us are trying to sleep.”
“Sleep? At noon? The Great and Powerful Trixie is far too busy perfecting her spells to
care about the whims of an insomniac.” 
“Why don’t you find somewhere else to destroy furniture?”
“Why don’t you sleep during the night like a normal pony?” Their voices continued to rise as the argument went on.
“If you set off the fire alarms I’m calling the landlord up here. I can smell the smoke of your smoldering failure from my room.”
She dumped the bucket of water on his head and slammed the door.
“So that’s the way it’s going to be...” he said, dripping.

Late that night, Flutterbreeze trotted up outside Trixie’s apartment door, holding a pair of cymbals he had acquired. He then proceeded to bash them together noisily.
A yell came from within. “Will you be quiet! The Great and Powerful Trixie is trying to sleep!”
He continued banging the cymbals as he responded, “I didn’t get no sleep cause of y’all. Y’all ain’t gettin’ no sleep cause of me!”
As the door opened, the first thing he saw was a potted plant flying towards his head. He blocked it with a cymbal and it shattered onto the floor.
Trixie then appeared and started yelling again, “Stop this racket at once!”
By this time, many ponies from nearby apartments, disturbed in their sleep, began peeking out of their doors. “Knock it off you two! It’s past midnight!”
“He started it!” Trixie shouted, pointing at Flutterbreeze.
“I did not, you did!”
“I’m not the one bashing cymbals in the hallway at one in the morning!”
“At least I don’t practice lightning magic in my apartment!”
“WE DON’T CARE! GET TO SLEEP!” The bystanders started slamming their doors.
“Alright, I’ll be quiet, but I wont sleep.” Flutterbreeze said. “But you! You’d better find someplace else to practice exploding your pillows or whatever it is you do.”
“The Great and Powerful Trixie does not combust her bedding!”
“GO TO SLEEP!” 
Wary of having the manager come up, the two of them quietly returned to their respective
apartments while giving each other an evil stare.

The next morning, Trixie had the day off of work, so she decided to practice magic in Fairmount Park (lest she incur the wrath of the landlord again). She started with making plants grow, then making them shrink. She moved on smokescreens until she got bored of that. Spying a perfect little cloud just overhead, she decided to practice lightning bolts. 
Her horn glowed and the cloud became darker. It lit up with a bang, and sent a blue pegasus flying out from it. Flutterbreeze lay on the ground with smoking feathers for a moment.
“What are YOU doing here?” Asked Trixie. “Spying on me?”
“Spying on YOU?” he said, “Don’t make me laugh. I thought I had found a quiet place to take a nap. But apparently I will never be free from your blasted magic.” He sighed and left the park.
Both were slightly annoyed by the incident, but were surprised that the other at least had the decency to follow their advice.