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// The Test of Material 
// Story: Pipsqueak the Moonpony 
// by Banatato 
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	After Pipsqueak was finished cleaning the house, Moon Rock was back in the house with lots of little rocks and some seeds, Pipsqueak walked over to him.
“Do you think there is enough of the Rubber-like plants material to make the spacesuit?” Pipsqueak asked.
Moon Rock wrote:  There probably is, but I’ve no idea how to make it.
“Oh.”
Pipsqueak watched as Moon Rock quietly placed the rocks on his rock rack.
“Those rocks look nice.”
Pipsqueak saw Moon Rock nod twice quickly, which he took to mean ‘Thank you.’
“Do you . . . even have an idea of how to make a spacesuit?”
Moon Rock thought for a moment, and then he shook his head.
“Do you know how to make those into anything?”
He nodded, and then he walked over to the basket and picked it up.  He held the ball in his hooves and then closed them tightly, when he opened them the ball was all wobbly, and he easily molded it into a sheet.
“Well, then all we need to do is to be able to combine multiple balls and then shape them into suits.”
Moon Rock turned around to look at Pipsqueak; he then smiled brightly and nodded a lot.
“But we also need to make sure that it works.”
Moon Rock nodded.
“And we need a way of having enough air to survive over there.”
Moon Rock nodded again.  Then he wrote:  We need to test the material before anything else can happen.
“Yeah.”
Moon Rock walked into another room and returned with a fishing pool.
“Why do you have a fishing pool?  Are there fish on the moon?”
Moon Rock shrugged.
Moon Rock picked up two fruits that were practically identical and a couple balls of the rubber material, and also some of the clear rubber stuff that looked like it also came from the plants.  They began walking left from where the entrance for the house was, while they were walking, Moon Rock was encasing one of the fruits in the rubber material with a little window.  When they finally had made it to the edge of the Celestia Bubble, Pipsqueak could tell.  There was a completely clear force field, but outside the force field everything looked a lot more menacing and darker.
Moon Rock hooked the fruit that wasn’t in the rubber-like-plant-material.  Almost right when the fruit was outside of the bubble, the fruit became a shriveled up pulp.  He lured it in, and put the one that was in the material, they both watched it through the little hole, and it stayed the same as it was before.
Moon Rock grinned and reeled in the fruit.  He then took it out, let Pipsqueak examine it, and then he ate it.
“You know, for a pony who once was one of the stiff, unemotional Canterlot guards; you sure are nothing like that description.” Pipsqueak said.
Moon Rock laughed.
“Wait, you can laugh?”
He wrote something on the piece of paper:  I can make sounds that don’t involve words for some reason, I can also say onomatopoeias, but I can’t make regular words.
“So, it has something to do with magic?”
He nodded.
They then walked back to the house and sat down to eat dinner, or whatever meal it was, if you ever go on the moon you will understand that time is hard to measure there.  Anyway, they had some sort of soup made from space vegetables; the soup was apparently delicious, by the way.  Then Moon Rock went into the room with the rubber-material, let’s call it moonrubber, and began trying to make one big sheet of it.  When he saw Pipsqueak sitting there watching him, he wrote:  Pipsqueak, you seriously need to go to bed, you look like you are going to fall from a previous position of sitting down.
“Ok . . . good night. . . .” Pipsqueak said, going to his room and sleeping. . . .