My little Short Stories 2- Paradise Edition

by Paradise Oasis


Stallion's day out- part four

Stallion's day out- part four

And now, the end of the Story, from Chief, Dream Valley's resident fire fighter...

Ore and Begorah, it be good ta be seein ya again, Tornado! So, it be the story o' what happened in the roadster that day that ya are after, be it now? Ta be shore, I be more than willin' ta share that little yarn with ye. Now, here's how the whole thing happened...

There we were, just a pullin ourselves out of the wreck, when all of a sudden Thundercloud and his Pegasus guards came a flyin' up behind us. Needless ta say, they were not bein happy with our little adventure- they made tha abundantly clear with the rough treatment they gave us on the way back home. We were practically dragged back through they air like misbehavin' foals, while the remanin' Pegasus guards carried tha pacies of the automobile back followin' us.

And our reception back at Dream Castle wasn't any better, ta be certain. Och, saints preserve us! Queen Majesty was a pacin' back and farth, snortin an' a fumin' over our little excarsion in the car.

"How could you disgrace Dream Valley in this way?!" Said she. "I should have Locket throw you into the dungeons for a week for your foul misbehavior!"

Needless ta say, none of us stallion were in our right frame o' mind. But it was Tex who finally shot his mouth off a wee bit too much.

"Awww, shut yer flankin flankhole, ya filthy tramp!" Our cowboy friend a' bellowed. "I ain't takin' no lip from the ornery laikes a you!"

Ohhh, good lairdy! No one had evar spoken ta the queen in that way! Ta be shore, the queen gave us a murderous look aftar that, and we all thought we all whar headed to tha' glue factory. An eerie silence hung in the air, until my own Beloved blue Pegasus angel came zooming into the room, pleading our case.

"Your highness, I urge your hesitancy on any rash decisions or actions!" Me wife begged Majesty. "Their hasty and irrational actions are the fault of another mare's childish pranks!"

And so, Wind Whistler went about explanin' the whole situation, and ta be shore, t'was quite a doozy! Tarns out Surpsie thought it might be funny ta replace Brnacle's stash of cider with Applejack's vintage cider from old Equestria. The fermented drink clouded our judgement, and tha's why we acted like a bunch a' daft dimwits! (Though bein a true sone o' the emerald isle, I could handle the drink far better than the other laddies could!) Och, I canna believe that prankster thought getting us sauced would be a funny prank! Still, I am happy we got ourselves out of that wee scrape.... and Surprise is now stuck for the next month with the right and honorable job of cleanin' out the Bushwoolies litter box! HA!

Anyway Tornado, now tha I told ye about that wee incident, why don't I spin a yarn about the Isle of Pony, me far away homeland where I was born as a wee barin? Och, I still remember the green forests and fields, an' the sound o bagpipes in the moarning a' rollin over the moor.Och, aye can remeber when I was a young colt, one particular Monday when I went into town, and-

(And that was the point I was lucky enough to slip away from the Fenian pony, who was so busy talking to himself that he didn't even notice I was gone! Well, dear readers, there you have the day in the life of the stallions of Dream Valley! Oh boy, am I glad I spend all my time with the mares....)