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// Chicago,Chicago my kind of Town 
// Story: Surprise! You are Suprise! 
// by drnachos 
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I tossed and turned inside my cloud house. My wings felt tired from the long trip yesterday. Come to think of it they must be hurting because I haven't done my morning workout yet. Great now I'm wanting to workout. Here goes my personality. A little workout regiment wouldn't hurt. I proceeded to fly around the Las Vegas skyline admiring the Casino's below me. I flapped my wings as fast as I could. I could feel the hot desert air against my wings as I flew. Oh ja work zat body. I thought to myself.

After a half hour of working my wings to death I returned to my small cloud house. I needed to get going to New York but first I thought to myself, Are there any other wonderbolts out there? I checked Equestria daily and sure enough there were two wonderbolts. A Canadian guy and another guy from California. I proceeded to send him a message about my own predicament. I needed to head to Chicago to meet up with the other wonderbolts. This song went through my head. 

Chicago,Frank Sinatra



♪ Chicago, Chicago--that toddlin' town.
Chicago, Chicago--I will show you around. I love it.
Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago.
The town that Billy Sunday couldn't shut down.♪ 



My wings flattered and puttered as I picked up my bag and sped off. I had to plan my route to Chicago. First I'll stop at Salt Lake City,Then Denver, Wichita,Kansas City,St.Louis then straight to Chicago. Time to see the Midwest in all its glory I thought. As I flew I eventually started to get bored. I pulled out my iPhone and rested it on my hooves as I flew. Time to watch some TV. I thought to myself. It was still all over the news about what was happening to people and the chaos it was causing. Religious fanatics called them the followers and helpers of the Anti-Christ. I faced-hoofed at the stupidity of the comment and turned the TV app off. 

After hours of flying I finally reached Salt Lake City. I was hungry and tired. There was no way I was going to just sleep on a cloud. I wanted a warm bed tonight so I decided to look around for an inn. But first problem to deal with was my unrelenting hunger. After galloping down the streets of the historic Mormon city I looked up to see an odd site. An Indian food restaurant. I had always loved Indian food and what better way to reward myself for my hard efforts of flying and making my way to Chicago than to dine on the food of the far-east?

I walked into the restaurant with an impatient look about me. I got a couple stares from some people but I could careless. I was starved. To my right I saw a little girl and her mother. "Look mommy a pony! Just like the one on the TV!" The little girl squealed with joy while I sighed. "Vell hello zer little girl. Mein name ist Clause. Or its Surprise now." The little girl had a confused look on her face. "You talk funny." I face hoofed yet again. "That is because I am German. My mother and father came here about a year after the wall fell."  "What wall?" I laughed at the comment but she was just a little girl. A tall dark skinned Indian waiter came to me and said "Your table Mam." I walked to the table and rested my bag next to myself. It was odd trying to find a way to sit but Lyra had taught me one thing. To sit like a human even though you are a pony. My stomach growled with anticipation. This better not take to long . . .

Authors notes:Sorry for the lack of updates,I have had major writers block and I have been overcome with lazieness. I'll be back to my regular writing phase now.