//------------------------------// // Tribulations // Story: Ask Chatterjoy // by Chatterjoy //------------------------------// Chatterjoy still couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was like a timberwolf except it was a pony, and though the main body was wood, the mane and tail was a grouping of lush green leaves. The plant pony was currently talking to her and it had a monocle on one of it's eyes and talked very sophisticated. "-And that is why I am in dire need of your assistance madam," the wood pony finished. He stared at her with bright glowing yellow eyes, waiting for a reply. "Can you repeat that?" Chatterjoy replied with a head tilt. "Very well. I, Timber Coil, seem to have found myself in quite a pickle. I was minding my own business, when this brute of a timberwolf decided that I would make a most wonderful meal for him. I, of course, had to disagree with the fellow. I would not make a tasty meal; I would think. Despite this, the brute chased me through the forest, and I skedaddled out of there as fast as my own legs could carry me. I ended up jouncing into you, madam. So, I require your assistance to assure my own safety." "Uh....sure I guess," Chatterjoy replied. Her head was spinning with all the large words that the wood pony had thrown at her. "Most excellent," Timber Coil said happily, "If you could lead the way to your domicile, I would be most grateful." "Wait. Domicile? Is that like a crocodile made of dominoes?" Chatterjoy asked with confusion. She could not understand any of the words that escaped the fancy pony's mouth. It made her head hurt and eyes spin. "No, my dear. Domicile means abode," he explained. Chatterjoy still gave him a blank stare. "Ziggurat? Residence? Dwelling? Homestead? Celestia please don't tell me your one of those. Crib?" "Crib? I don't have a crib. If you want one, I'm sure I can ask the Cakes if they have a spare. Looks could be so deceiving. I didn't realize that you were a baby plant pony. Then again. Are you a pony? You look like one, but you're a plant." "Oh Celestia no, madam," the plant pony interjected, "I don't live in a crib. I was referring to your home." "Why didn't you just say so?" Chatterjoy replied with a smile, "I don't think it'll work for you. I live in a cloud." "That poses quite the predicament," Timber Coil replied, "Then where shall I hide from these brutes. I don't want to be consumed by such beasts." "Consumed?" "Eaten, eaten my dreadfully dull friend." "I wasn't aware that I was sharp. I'm just a pegasus and not a unicorn. Unicorns can be sharp with their horns and all." "That is not exactly what I mean," Timber Coil muttered to himself. "Well, I guess I could hide you. I'm a good hider!" Chatterjoy suggested. "Hide what?" A new voice asked. Wordplay was walking up to Chatterjoy and jumped in surprise when she saw the plant pony. "What in Celestia-" "Good afternoon madam. My name is Timber Coil and your good mate here was just about to help me hide from some dastardly brutes." "I am nopony's mate!" Chatterjoy exclaimed. "Friend, Chatterjoy is what he means," Wordplay exclaimed looking at the pegasus. "I see that you are well equipped in vocabulary madam," Timber Coil stated. He smiled at the thought that he could have somepony who knew what he was talking about, "You see I need somewhere to hide. Your friend here cannot offer me a place to stay, since she resides in a cloud." "Ah. Then I guess you could stay at my house. I assure you that I am very much attached to the ground," Wordplay replied. "Delightful." "Sleepover!" Chatterjoy exclaimed buzzing her wings. "What?" Wordplay asked confused, but then she caught on. "Oh yes. Why not?" "Yay! Let me go get my stuff!" "If you'll follow me Timber Coil, we can get to my house and protect you," Wordplay said turning to head home. "Thank you Madam...?" "Wordplay." "Ah. Thank you Madam Wordplay." "No problem. The pegasus you met is Chatterjoy." Wordplay said, starting conversation. "The name suites her well," Timber Coil replied.