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// Sting 
// Story: Words Unspoken 
// by wille179 
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Zecora to her mother:


Mother, no monster felled me.
I was stung by a mere bee.






Living in the Everfree forest was a dangerous lifestyle. Zecora knew that well. She had a checklist of precautions that she had to take every single day to ensure that she was safe.

One of the less frequent things on her list was "go to Ponyville to get groceries." Simple enough, it seemed. There was no danger to her there, and ever since her reputation had been cleared, she had gained quite a few friends. In her mind, Ponyville was quite pleasant.

She was trotting down the market street when she happened upon a flower stand. "Stop and smell the flowers," her mother had told her, "to enhance the mind's powers." But when her muzzle was mere inches away from the blooms, a sharp pain was inflicted upon her.

A bee, sans its stinger, flew away from her face. Zecora gasped, her eyes widening as panic set in. Her skin flushed, the world started to spin, and her breath could not find her. She collapsed, drawing concerned stares from the ponies around her. Yet none of them moved to help her, each thinking that somepony else would.

Surely somepony would help her?

But nopony did.