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// Story: The Purloined Pony 
// by Chris 
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You ask the brownie, “So, if you call one of those, um...”



“A Bhrùnaidh-mòd,” Danneltuft supplies.



“Right. If you call one of those, then will the brownies be able to help me?”



“There are many of us throughout these lands, and we may move quickly when need is at hand. The boggies are fewer than we are, and their skills and magics are rough and unlearned. If the Bhrùnaidh-mòd consents, then have no fear; the foal for whom you fret will surely be brought to safety.”



“Alright then. If they can help, I want you to call a Brunny-mood.”



Danneltuft flinches slightly at your mangled pronunciation, but nods. “Very well. All the brownies of the region shall meet at sundown tonight. Do not fear, the boggies will not depart in that time, nor shall any harm come to Applebloom meanwhile. You, however, must set off now if you wish to reach the site of the convocation in time.”



He then gives you detailed directions to a grove deep in the Everfree Forest. It will take you several hours at least to reach the place. If you want to be sure of making it to the site by sundown, you’ll need to leave soon.



“Do you need me to carry you on my back?” you ask Danneltuft. “I mean, it’ll be a near thing for me to make it there myself, and I imagine it’s hard to run fast on legs that short. No offence.”



The brownie gives you a big wink. “Oh, don’t you worry none about old Danneltuft. I and my kin will be there when the sun’s last light is gone. You run along now, for the way is long.”



You nod and leave the cottage, mentally reviewing Danneltuft’s directions. You have no doubt that the brownies will be willing to help you, but the implied threats which Danneltuft left you with linger. You hope that you made the right choice.






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