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// 17 Trouble with a capital M 
// Story: Moonie shorts [Filly Nightmare Moon] 
// by Eighth 
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	You're enjoying a sandwich when you hear something shatter in the next room.
"Moonie?" 	You call out with a mouthful of food but there's no answer, only the slamming of a door.
As you let out a sigh, you stand up and walk to the next room to find an antique vase smashed into a thousand pieces that are all scattered across the floor. The vase was given to you by Luna, a priceless heirloom but you're glad to see it go as it was ugly as all hell. It was white with black trimming, red circles that looked like they were staring at you with the words "wub" written all over it. You head outside to find Moonie. It didn't take more than a second as she scurried up the tree in the front yard. Once you step outside, she clings to the tree.
"Moonie, get down from there."
"No!"
As you move closer she tries to climb higher but to no avail. Hooves never were the best at climbing trees.
"What happened?"
"It was an accident. Sir Bearington and I were playing when we bumped into it."
"Are you two okay? Neither of you got any cuts?"
"No."
"Alright, well the vase was disgusting anyway so I'm not mad."
You hold out your arms but she's still not convinced. Damn this filly is stubborn.
"This is a trick!"
"It is not. Now come down before you hurt yourself. How did you even climb that?"
She looks at you, hesitating on making a decision before hiding behind the trunk with just her head poking out.
"First, I need to hear how you love me and how I'm not in trouble."