Soarin groaned as Fluttershy disappeared. “If she’s not the mare, then who is? I need an expert to tame that crazy mutt I bought. The article in The Fancy Pants Daily said that there was no better caretaker in all of Equestria. I have to find her!” he exclaimed, taking to the sky.
The gray stallion walked back over to his table and sat down. “Hey, bro?” asked the mare sitting across from him.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“Stop wiggling your eyebrows at every cute mare; it makes you look like you’re hitting on them.”
“But I was!” he insisted. “Well, hitting and trying to ask about getting a pet sitter for my date tonight.”
The clerk walked into his tent and grabbed his lunch. “I’m sorry little guy,” he said to the hamster. “Looks like you’ll just have to wait until after I’m off of work to get some fresh air in the park.
The hamster sighed.
“You see, I’m looking for a certain toy; and after seeing you in the magazine, I know you’re the mare to help me. Something long, thick, and hard would be optimal because I don’t know exactly what she likes, but I’m sure that whatever you use will be—”
“Nooooooooo!” screamed Fluttershy, spontaneously flying straight up.
“What? What?” asked the stallion. “No really. What.” Now how am I supposed to know what kind of bone to get for my marefriend’s dog? I don’t know what she likes! She could like a small chew toy for all I know!
He sighed and walked toward the nearest pet shop.
“Oh, that magazine. Of course I have! All the cool stallions read that one! And great picture by the way; they really got your best side! I—”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed, jumping over the railing.
“...think that it’s a great picture of you and all your animals playing in the meadow… what?”
Button Mash and Rumble returned to Button’s house. “Moooooooooooooooooom!” yelled Button, wiping his hooves on the carpet.
“Yes, Button?” she replied.
“Miss Fluttershy ran away! You’re going to have to help us wash Mister Fluffy!” he yelled, trotting onto the living room.
The sound of the back door swinging shut echoed hollowly in the house.
Baring his claws, Mister Fluffy looked at Button and hissed.
“Well anyways, I’ve got this problem that I need your help with. Ah saw you on the magazine an’ figured you would be the best mare for the job, since my sister is out doin’ who knows what. An’ Applebloom refuses ta help me, something 'bout needing ta be bigger first... Anyway, ah need you ta come and help me with a problem of mine. It’s about as long and wide as your leg, so if it won’t fit inside you—”
“I can’t take it anymore!” screamed Fluttershy, barely reaching the volume where it was actually above a normal pony’s speaking voice. Turning around, started running home as fast as her hooves could take her.
“Nope, not feeling all right. I was going ta finish with: ‘won’t fit inside your saddlebag than I can carry ‘im for ya’. But ah guess ah’ll just take the injured snake to the hospital an’ hope that they can do something’,” he muttered, heading towards the orchard. “Hopefully it doesn't bite me,” he groaned. “Fluttershy would’ve been the best mare to keep the poor creature calm, but maybe ah can bribe Applebloom with candy.”