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// We're Not Wonderbolts 
// Story: The Alley Outside of 7/11: An Anthology 
// by The Red Parade 
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Cloud Kicker shivered. It was way too cold, even for a pegasus. Blossomforth was somewhere in front of her and Raindrops close behind her. She couldn’t see them through the torrent of rain that fell around them. “How do they expect us to find a missing foal in this weather? We’re weather ponies, not Wonderbolts!”

“The sooner we find her, the sooner we go home,” Raindrops shouted from behind her.

“Let’s do one more pass and report back,” Blossomforth said. They flew along the mountain’s edge, searching for any signs of movement. Then there was a sharp crack and a boom. A massive chunk of rock dislodged itself from the side of the mountain.

Glancing back, Cloud Kicker realized that it missed her tail by inches. “Holy--”

“Yikes! That was a close one!” Blossomforth shouted.

Cloud Kicker wiped her brow, eyes wide. “Too close. Ain’t that right, Dropsy?”

“...”

"...Raindrops?"