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// Chapter 17: Pinkie Pie 
// Story: The Day of No More Eyes 
// by Argembarger 
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It wasn't hard for Fluttershy to find Twilight's house. Lots of little animals lived in the branches of the library tree. She just had to imagine the tree catching fire, and her natural caretaker instincts handled the navigation. She circled the tree until she found the door, and then knocked on it.

From inside, she heard lots of cursing and shuffling. It almost sounded like Twilight clambering blindly over piles of books, but that would be silly. Twilight is far too organized to leave her books on the floor in piles, and besides, it wasn't even Thursday. It was Tuesday.

After a few more moments, the door opened. "Who's there?" Twilight said.

"Its, um... it's me. Fl-"

"Good morning, Fluttershy. Do you need something?"

"Um, well, if it isn't too much trouble, I'm afraid that I don't have eyes today, so if you could, um... fix me, with magic? The animals need me."

Twilight shrugged, but nopony noticed because it was an entirely visual gesture. "Well, I'm working on that. I'm trying to find my ocular magic book."

"Would that be under 'O'?"

"Cute, Fluttershy. Well, yes, it would ordinarily be, but I decided to have a shameful fling with the Bliss bibliographic classification system last night, and I can't even begin to imagine where the book is now." Twilight sighed, her voice taking on the sharp edge of resign.

"How have you been looking for it?" Fluttershy asked.

"Well, all I know about the book is that it has an engraving of an eye on it, so I've been rubbing every book against my face. So far, no luck. Plus, all of the bookdust and bookdirt is making the place filthy, but Spike's handling that."

From somewhere in the library, Spike grumbled.

Fluttershy made some kind of adorable pony noise before asking, "Can I help?"

"Alright, Fluttershy. The books on the floor have already been checked. Just reach around in the shelves until you find a book. Make sure to check both sides."

"Alright, Twilight. How many books have you gone through already?"

Twilight paused, and Fluttershy heard her friend's efficient brain calculating the total. "About 00.05% of my library."

Fluttershy's where-her-eyes-weren't widened in shock. "Oh my, that's... not very much. How long have you been doing this?"

"About two hours."

Fluttershy gulped, but shuffled into the nightmarish world of books and dust and wood and cloth and paperboard bindings. After just a couple of books, she could feel the book rot layered filthily on her face. "Twilight, do you ever clean these?"

"No. Spike does that every single day, diligently."

"Oh."

From somewhere in the library, Fluttershy heard a muffled dragon-giggle.