The Purloined Pony

by Chris


Page 77

“Well, I’ll tell you what,” you say, trying to think of something you could offer in exchange for Applebloom. “I’m not a rich pony, but I’ve got a nice big farm full of carrots of every shape and size. If you’ll let Applebloom go free, I’ll give you anything from my field. As much as you can take with you, it’s all yours.” You smile and put a hoof out toward the boggie leader. “Sound like a deal?”

The Ceanntighern looks at you with contempt, then spits on your hoof. “Pah! Stupid pony! We have no need of your permission to take your carrots; we’ll take all we want and give you nothing in return. Nothing!” Before you can react, you feel several sharp jabs in your flank. As sleep quickly overtakes you, you pray to Celestia that the other ponies will do a better job rescuing Applebloom than you did.

The End