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// Story: The Purloined Pony 
// by Chris 
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“Don’t worry, Twilight!” you call to her. “There’s no way I’m gonna let a bunch of pint-sized pipsqueaks ta—” you stop short as something sharp pricks you in the haunch. Turning around, you see a minuscule spear, perhaps three inches long, embedded in your flank. 



The world starts spinning around you as Twilight calls down, “Carrot Top? Are you okay?” Her voice seems like it’s coming from very far away.



You hit the ground with a thud. As your vision swims, you can just barely make out several brown and grey blurs approaching you. Boggies? You can’t tell. What you do know, however, is that you and Twilight have failed. You’ll have to hope that Applejack and the others can rescue you all on their own, or else this will be...






The End