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// Trixie 
// Story: Princess Stupid Jerk McButt Has A Picnic With Her Dumb Friends and Fluttershy, by the Great and Powerful Trixie 
// by Twinkletail 
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One day, there was a pony named Trixie. She used to call herself the Great and Powerful Trixie,  but she wasn't feeling particularly great nor powerful today.

She sat in front of her cart, watching the happy ponies go by. She wanted to leave, but she couldn't. Her cart's wheel had broken off not long after arriving in Ponyville, and she wasn't strong enough to drag it. She didn't dare leave it behind, lest it get spraypainted again. She had never caught whoever tagged it with that derogatory comment, but whoever it was was probably justified, given how poorly she had treated the town's citizens in the past. If they returned, she would be waiting.

Trixie hadn't even bothered to put on her hat and cape today. She didn't feel she deserved to wear them. Those garments were signs of a truly great and powerful pony, and as stated earlier, she didn't feel that either of those words properly described her today. Besides, they were tattered and torn. She couldn't explain how this fact had somehow eluded her before, but now, it was clear as day.

Even if she wanted to leave her cart and go somewhere, she had no place at all to go. She had no money. She had no friends. She had nothing. Nothing but her broken clothes, her broken cart, and her broken heart. And nothing was what she deserved.