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// Memories 
// Story: Itty-Bitty 2: Revenge of the Tiny 
// by gallagsp the corgi 
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The big white mare laughed at her younger sister’s antics.

“Get back here, you little cookie thief!”

The filly squealed and ran away as fast as her tiny, blue legs would carry her. Her tail whipping around her, she sprinted around a corner, nearly tipping over.

The grown-up chased her down the hallway, leaning into her turn to keep from making the mistake the filly nearly did. Cookie crumbs dotted the hallway and were crushed into the carpet as both mares laughed, one grinning as she glanced back to see the other smiling just as much, and a face set in determination. Clutched in the little one’s magic were three cookies, and one clutched in her mouth. She mumbled something through it, causing crumbs to fly everywhere.

However, a moment later, she crashed into an unfortunate noblestallion, because she was looking backwards. She landed on her back, a wing flying out by accident. The cookie was jammed into her throat by the force of the impact, but thankfully a fit of coughing dislodged it. The noble didn’t deign to look down, thinking it was just another bumbling peasant filly, which the queen and king allowed to play in the castle, for reasons he could hardly understand.

He was shown the error of his ways when the big mare pulled him back in her magic and flared her wings.

She spoke, her voice quiet, implying death if compliance was not given. “Apologize.”

He stammered out an apology to the little blue filly, who was looking at her sister in fear. As the nobleman cantered away, the big mare picked up the filly and hugged her.

“Are you OK?”

The filly nodded, and the mare picked up a cookie where it had fallen, forgotten, from the floor. She offered it to the filly, and, with a new smile, the filly took it and took a big bite out of it. She grinned, wiggled out of the big mare’s arms, and the game was back on. The big mare grinned again and chased the little blue filly once more

Eventually, the little one got stuck at a dead end, and she turned to face her sister with a pout. All but one of the cookies had been eaten in the course of the chase, and the crumbs were stuck between every hair on her chin. The big mare sat down before her and grinned triumphantly.

She said, quietly, after glancing around herself to ensure that none were nearby, “Can I have a piece?”

The little filly giggled and broke the remaining cookie in half, and together the sisters shared in the chocolate and baked deliciousness, leaning against each other. The bigger one’s mane fell down the filly’s shoulder, and the filly sighed contently. Life was perfect.