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// Prologue  
// Story: Small Stallion Is Small 
// by Fat1thatyoulove 
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Prologue

"Ahhh!"

I quickly take my hoof back from the screaming kettle on the hot stove as I plug it to my mouth for a moment. But, the pain and the inability to cope with how dumb I feel right now brings my voice up as I turn to the counter beside me, "Spider Mane! I told you to tell me when this was ready!"

No response comes from the large brown taranchula, truthfully I knew it would not. But yelling at the little thing has always helped blow off some steam...Steam! My eyes rapidly snap back to the red hot screaming kettle as the sound of my magic comes up to wrap around the kettle's frame, "Finally."

As the trail of steam turns a little in front of him I turn back to the stove to turn the flame off. All the while holding my attention to the brown saucer sized spider I still do not fully understand why I kept, "Do not light yourself on fire, I refuse to put you out agian."

The spider's seven legs tighten back to its body as it just stares to me.

"Ah good, you understood me..." I squint to it as I cock my head a little, "...That or you have good timing."

My eyes shift from the speechless creature as I turn my attention to the floating kettle that I have hovering of the table I had laid out.

"Back to the task at hoof."

The blue magic around the kettle slowly brings it down to sit on the slightly burnt pot holders I placed earlier as I trot over to the table to examine my craft.

I roll my neck a little as mentally plan out my next step. After a moment I again spark my horn up to put the short stool that laid hidden under the table, as it comes into place in front of me I raise my first hoof to bring me on it.

Truthfully, the stool is not wide or long enough to really give me much room to work, but seeing as how i'm too short to reach a hoof across the table and i'm far too lazy to just walk; the stool comes in handy.

Firmly standing on my step up I turn my eyes back to the table as I look over my ingredients, "Wheat powder..." The mortar and pestle on my right float past me as I move to the next time, "Poison Joke buds..." I focus a little more to the cover less blow of blue bulbs as I float it to my left, "Vanhoover Fall's water..." The crystal flask only makes it have way past me as I cock an eye to the lack of liquid. But after a few moments of studying it I float it past me as I turn back to the last item, "And finally prunes."

As the dried dark purple fruits float past me the light chime of magic from my horn comes over the kettle. With the magic firmly over it I turn my attention to the items on my left as they float up from the table, the lid to the kettle comes open as I quickly stuff everything inside the pot.

A slight smile comes up from my face as I stand up and turn back towards the kitchen, my sight turns to the cabinet with the three locks as I spark my horn up. However, before I continue with the spell to unlock it I turn back to the spider that has yet to move, "Look away Spider Mane, you know I hate something watching this spell."

The spider's eight dark black eyes just stare back to me as I reluctantly turn back around, "No fireflys for you tonight then..." As my words come to an end the cabin's locks come undone as they fall to fall to the ground, I quickly move the door as I reach in for the book.

Within moments the dark maroon and purple termed tomb comes out as I turn back towards the table with my magic flipping through the pages, "127...127....12-..Ah here it is.." I lower my head towards the kettle on the table as I the magic wraps around the kettle. The spell takes a few moments to spark up, but as it does the room rings out with the pop of my magic.

The sound brings a wide smile to my face as I rush a little over to the table and hoover the kettle to follow next to me, "Spider Mane I will be back in a moment..." I turn back to him as my hoof comes up, "And if I find that whore Black Widow in here I will kill you, hopefully before she eats your face...Hm, perhaps not. Oh well."

As my final comment rings out I charge from the house with my feelings soaring high and giddy.

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