“Pound, Pumpkin! Time to open up shop!” Shouted Mrs. Cake, Pound and Pumpkin’s mother.
It was a beautiful Tuesday morning, Pound cake stuffed his face into his pillow. “Furve murf murnites.” He said, his voice muffled by the pillow.
Pumpkin was already up, and was brushing her mane. “Come on, Pound. Fluttershy told me she’d be swinging by today with Autumn.” Pumpkin said, and tied her blue bow into her orange mane.
Pound’s head shot up from the pillow. “Autumn’s coming?!” He said excitedly.
Pumpkin shot him a mocking glance.
“I, I mean, um, cool, Autumn’s coming.” Pound corrected himself awkwardly.
Pumpkin smiled, and trotted out of the room.
Pound flew up from his bed, and glanced at the mirror. His mane was a mess, and however much he’d like to leave it that way, he knew he had to brush it or his mother would do it for him. He picked up a brush, and ran it through his mane until it was acceptable, and flew down the stairs to the shop.
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“Two blueberry muffins for number 7!” Shouted Mr. Cake, and pointed his hoof to Derpy, who was holding an upside-down piece of paper with the number ‘7’ printed on it.
“Extra blueberries, please!” She shouted back, and Mrs. Cake reached under the counted and grabbed two perfect blueberry muffins. She gave them to Derpy, and Derpy gave put the bits on the counter. She rushed out of the store, muffins in hoof.
“Who’s next?” Shouted Mr. Cake, and an orange pegasus stepped up to the counter.
“Good morning, Scootaloo. What can I get for you?” Mrs. Cake asked.
“Could I have a zap-apple scone, please?” Scootaloo asked, and put the bits on the counter. “Oh and, could I also please speak to Pound Cake? I have some news he might want to hear.” Scootaloo asked, and Mrs. Cake got her the scone.
“Pound Cake is right in the kitchen, dear.” Mrs. Cake said, and stepped aside so Scootaloo could get in the kitchen.
The kitchen was hectic, compared to relaxed morning outside. Pumpkin was hovering a spoon and a whisk, mixing two different batters at the same time, and Pound had his hooves deep in a bowl of cookie batter, pounding it to perfection.
“Pound?” Said Scootaloo as she entered the kitchen.
Pound took his hooves out of the batter. Pumpkin then rolled her eyes, and levitated yet another utensil to continue working the batter.
“Yes?” Pound said, and turned to see Scootaloo.
“Oh, um, hey Scootaloo. How are you?” Pound said awkwardly.
“I’m fine, but I want to ask you something. Could you come out for a minute?” She asked, and Pound looked to Pumpkin.
“Fine, leave everything to the magical unicorn. She doesn’t need any help, she has magic.” Pumpkin said, annoyed. Pumpkin levitated the kitchen door open, and slammed it behind Scootaloo and Pound.
“So, what do you need to tell me?” Pound asked, and Scootaloo looked at him excitedly.
“Have you heard of the Prized Ponyville Pegasus competition? It’s this Friday.” She asked, and Pound nodded. He watched it every year on television, he loved it. It was a competition for young pegasi around Ponyville, there were races, obstacle courses, loops, and pretty much anything involving flying. But what did this have to do with Pound?
“Yes, I’ve seen it before.” Pound answered.
“Well, I think you should enter.” Scootaloo said excitedly, and Pound’s eyes widened.
“Me? Why can’t you enter?” He asked.
“I’m too old. You’re a little underage, but you’re an amazing flyer. They’d let you compete for sure.” Scoot said, and Pound shrugged.
“Okay, I guess so. What do I do?” Pound asked.
“Well, I’ll need to give you some training, can you meet me at the gazebo on Thursday? Rainbow Dash will be there to help.” Scootaloo said.
Training with Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash for the Ponyville Prized Pegasus competition?! This was a dream come true!
“Awesome! I’ll see you there.” Pound said, and returned to the kitchen.