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// 11: Chasing the Jellybird [Random] 
// Story: The Day of Endless Writing 
// by Bootsy Slickmane 
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	A gray-coated pony burst into the restroom, shedding his sunglasses and hat and tossing them to the floor. His hooves slipped a little on the tiled floor, sweaty with his anticipation. He almost dropped the brown paper bag in his mouth as he pushed open one of the stall doors and shuffled inside. He sat down on the toilet, though he wasn't there for the facilities so much as for a little privacy.

He carefully ripped open the paper bag and stared at his prize, transfixed for a few seconds before he reached into his saddlebags to get his gear. He withdrew all that he needed, and laid it all out on top of the little toilet paper dispenser next to his shoulder. Sweat continued to pool on his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe it off.

He first went for the strip of elastic, wrapping it around his left foreleg and pulling it tight with his teeth. He gave his inner elbow a few taps with his hoof, because that's what everypony in the movies does. As he reached for the last instrument, he suddenly realized he'd forgotten a step, and grabbed up his prize. His numbing left hoof fumbled with the container, and it took his considerable effort to line the instrument up once he got it open. He pulled back on the plunger slowly, drawing up the precious material contained within the jar. Once he was finished, he gingerly placed the jar on the floor and moved the needle into position above his left foreleg.

Wasting no more time, he slid the needle into his foreleg and pressed on the plunger, injecting the precious jelly into his system. He groaned as the goo flowed into him, settling back against the wall and letting the needle hang limp.

He was in heaven. So what if his friends told him he was "way too obsessed?" All that mattered was his happiness, and that happiness happened to come from his beloved jars of jelly.

He suddenly sat up, clutching at his chest as pain gripped his heart. What could have gone wrong? He snatched up the jar, only to gasp in horror at what he saw. He'd gotten the wrong fruit-based product. He'd gotten jam instead of jelly.

The pony barely managed to crawl to the edge of the stall door before he died, a chunk of strawberry lodged in his heart.