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// bonus hijinks! Explaining away 
// Story: Sweetie mime 
// by MidnightFMare 
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	As the two unicorns face the illuminated doorway of the carousel boutique both wonder as to how they will explain their various abbraisions 
"Any idea on how we avoid getting yelled at?" Lyra asks the filly, the filly holding up a note


I am a mime. Mimes don't speak. Ergo, You have to explain it. I, however have a giant moth to feed. And you know the saying, "Mares first"


She opens the door and motions for Lyra to lead 
"...Damn you..." Lyra sighs, walking through the threshhold
"Welcome back Swee- OH MY GODDESS!*" Rarity runs over to Sweetie Belle, who is sitting with a pleased look on her face "What happened?!"
"...Uh... Well... It's a funny story... And then you'll laugh about it... Once I think of it... Um... SMOKE BOMB!**( BOOM!)" she throws something at the ground and a huge cloud of smoke appears
"AWK! How does he not run into things?!" Lyra yells, rubbing her forehead "... That worked out so much better in my head"
"...Your antics aside... What happened to your clothes Sweetie?! Grass, sweat... Are those hemp fibers?! And you are positively unkempt! And... Please don't tell me that's mud" Rarity strips the filly of her clothing and mutters about "Stains setting" and "Dry-clean only"
"...Your mom has some seriously messed up priorities" Lyra says, rubbing a growing welt on her head


She is not my mother; She is my sister


"I know, but I have yet to see her act in a sisterly way, more akin acting in a motherly way. I think that in some deep part of her psyche she thinks of you as a daughter. And I have heard herself call herself 'Momma' so I think that you are like a miniature her rather than just a sister. Of course this is just conjecture based upon past observations. That's just my two bits" Lyra says, yawning
Sweetie looks perplexed at the yawning mare before writing a note


Are you really some kind of madmare or a secret genius?


Lyra smirks "Both and neither. Well, I should get home or I sleep on the bench tonight. Good night you princess of mane, you queen of new england"*** 
Sweetie cocks her head at the mare leaving, when it occurs to her that she knows next to nothing about her
Rarity trots over to sweetie belle "You may want to wash that off. And in the future, try to at least tell me when you're coming home dirty"
Sweetie nods and does as she is told, no longer trying to make sense of the mysterious green unicorn