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// Shenanigans Ensue 
// Story: Pest Control in a Marediterranean Climate 
// by Kris Overstreet 
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"So, Fluttershy," Rainbow Dash asked, watching as her friend carefully dribbled honey out of a large jar onto the dirt, "what does any of this have to do with getting that Oregano Joe guy to stop luring those locusts to Riviera's plantation?"

"It's very simple, Rainbow," Fluttershy murmured in a matter-of-fact way. "The bay weevils hate all other insects and attack them on sight, yes?"

"That's what Riviera told us."

"So what do you think will happen if we gathered up all the weevils in the bay and took them to the locusts?"

"The locusts would probably get their butts kicked," Dash admitted. "But how are we going to do that? And what does that have to do with wasting food?"

"Oh, I'm not wasting food," Fluttershy said. "I'm making a path that will bring every weevil running. And they'll follow that path right to the villain's lair."

Rainbow pointed to the jar. "You're using that to make a path?" 

"Well, yes," Fluttershy said. "Everypony knows that honey is the route of all weevils."

"Riiiiiiight," Rainbow Dash said, rolling her eyes. "Well, you keep on that. I'm gonna go take a nap."

"You know, you could help," Fluttershy insisted.

"Nah," Dash said. "This'll go better without me. In fact, you probably could stop doing what you're doing, too. After all, all that is necessary for the triumph of weevil is for good mares to do nothing."


Oregano Joe whimpered where he lay on the jungle floor. He was covered in honey, and also in weevils. Among the other things he was learning, at that particular moment, is that a single weevil growling is inaudible, but thousands of weevils growling makes a distinct sound that surpasses the most ferocious tiger in terror.

"So here's the deal," Rainbow Dash declared, hovering well out of reach of the bug-encrusted pony. "Once you've confessed everything to the constable, we'll call our little friends off. If you don't..."

"... well, they really hate other bugs," Fluttershy continued. "And they tell me you smell a lot like a locust for a pony."

"I'll confess! I'll confess!" Oregano Joe begged. "My scheme to put the plantation out of business so my oregano crops would sell for double price! My baiting the locusts! All of it! Just get these things off of me!"

"I have to hand it to ya, Fluttershy," Dash said, "this was a great idea. How did you come up with it?"

"Oh, it was obvious," Fluttershy admitted, blushing. "I just remembered an old saying: weevil to he who evil thinks."