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// Wait Till my Husband Gets Home 
// Story: The Angels Take Manehattan 
// by Steve Stevenson 
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"Walk with me, Mrs. Malone."  The Fat pony told River. Being the smart mare she was, she didn't argue with the stallion, just followed him into the next room.
"My name is Julius Grayle, but you will call me Mr. Grayle." the stallion, now known to her as Grayle, informed. She took off her jacket and looked at all the ancient vases and pots. One in particular caught her eye. It was a juts like the others except for in one aspect: the words. For, instead of a simple 'morning sunrise' or 'dawn of dragon', the words 'Yowzah' were written across the bottom.
"Hello Sweetie!" she exclaimed, and turned around to speak to the stallion. "Let’s see, a crime boss with a collecting fetish." she mocked, walking over to a curtain.
"Whatever you don't want anypony else to see has got to be your favorite." she flirted, putting a hoof on a draw string. "Or possibly... Your mare friend." she pulled the drawstring, revealing a weeping Pegasus. This one was different, though. Unlike most, whose faces look as if they were carved perfectly, this one’s face was mutilated, like someone had taken a chisel to it.
"So, mare friend then?" she asked, flipping the top of her Vortex manipulator back and began typing.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Grayle asked.
"Oh, you know, texting a colt." she replied, just putting the 'H' in 'YOWZAH'. She faced the statue, not daring to look away now.
"These things are all over and people don't seem to notice them. It never moves while you're looking." Grayle informed her. She didn't dare look at him.
"Oh I know how they work." she spat back.
"So I understand. Melody Malone, the detective that investigates Angels."
"Badly damaged." she assessed.
"I wanted to know if it could feel pain." Grayle Explained.
"You realize it's screaming? The others can hear it." she replied. She turned and looked at him. "Is that why you need all the locks?" instead of responding to her, Grayle flipped the lights off and back on. River felt pain in her wrist, and saw that the Pegasus now had her wrist in its hooves.
"You’re going to tell me all about these creatures." Grayle ordered in a low tone. "And you're going to do it quickly."  
"Ok, fine. You win. They’re called the weeping Pegasus. They are quantum locked, which means if they are seen they are immediately turned to stone. The Pegasus are predators. They're deadly. What do you want with them?" she asked, not daring to look away.
"I'm a collector. What collector could resist these? [I’m only human]." he chuckled.
"That's exactly what they're thinking." she whispered. Suddenly, an electrical sound buzzed from the other room.
"What's that? What’s happening? Is it an earthquake?" Grayle asked. River just smiled. He walked into the other room.
"What is it?"
River laughed. "Oh you bad colt, you could burn Manehattan."
"What does that mean?" he yelled at her.
"It means, Mr. Grayle, just you wait till my husband comes home." The TARDIS landed, making a shock wave that threw Mr. Grayle back, knocking him unconscious.