Sigh, a typical Saturday. It rained yesterday. Yesterday, I was full of energy. Today, not so much. The ground is still a bit wet. Ugh, I probably sound stupid, immature, and dull. Maybe because I am. Spike went to Canterlot this morning. And I've been bored ever since. But I got some goodish news. Yesterday, while Spike was packing, I heard the door knock. It was Applejack.
"Oh," I greeted "Hi Applejack. What's up?" Her face was super excited.
"Braeburn sent mail," She sang "He's coming to Pony Ville for a visit!" A spark of hope started in my eye, and my heart skipped a beat. "And he's bringin' his new fillyfriend!" Applejack added. Somepony lit a match and brought it to the propane in my eye, my heart paused for one second. She looked at the letter.
"He tells her name and. . . oh no. Oh sweet, dear God no." She looked at me with worried eyes. "It's-" Applejack started. She sighed\gulped. "It's Trixie," Applejack wailed. I clutched my chest.
"Oh mon dieu cette salope! Elle a volé Braeburn de moi! Elle va mourir car j'adore Braeburn!" I screamed. Trixie was back in town. And this time, she's gonna make sure that I burn to the dusty road.