On the train, Vinyl sat next to a lime green pony with a chicken on her leg. I mean, she had a chicken cutie mark, but also literally had a chicken nestled on her kneecap.
"Excuse me, Miss, but I can't help but notice you seem to be in possession of a chicken."
The pony looked up from the 517 Shades of Hay book she was reading. "Why, oh yes, I do indeedies!" She reached a hoof over to her seatmate. "Pleasure meeting ya'! The names Chickadee Peachbottom, and I'm a chicken farmer!"
"Oh, uh, hey," Vinyl replied raspily. "And I'm Vinyl Scratch."
"The famed DJ? Why, I am happier than a kitten at a yarn party to run into you. Can't say I fancy of that modern stuff you put out, but still to meet a celebrity! Oh just wait 'til my husbando hears about this."
Vinyl smiled at the talkative mare. "Your stallion live in the Crystal Empire?"
"Oh no, he's not a stallion," Chickadee replied.
Vinyl's eyebrows raised a degree. "Oh, wow. Um, what species, if you don't mind me asking?" Interspecies relationships were still somewhat controversial in Equestria.
"You actual probably haven't heard of his kind. They don't really live around here anymore," she said, a touch evasively.
Vinyl squinted. "Try me."
"Well, he's like a hairless ape, or maybe a tall imp. They're called 'Humans'."
Vinyl's eyes expanded considerably. "You... uh, I mean."
"Yes deary, I'm traveling here to visit the mirror portal. Just like you."
Vinyl gasped. "You know about that?!"
Chickadee put a steadying hoof to the DJ's shoulder. "Of course I do, Sweetkins. It was forshadowed last chapter. Don't you worry though, your secret's safe with me."
"Um, right. Well, I guess I'll see you on the other side probably. How you planning on getting in there?"
"Same way Sunset did. Sneak in at night while the guards are distracted by the opening credits," the freckled miniature horse responded.
"Well, good luck. Oh, and hey, before you go back to your trashy novel, you have any pictures of your human husbando?"
"Why in fact, I do!" Chickadee smiled, rummaging through her flower-print purse. "Where were...aha! Right here." And she hoofed a small photograph toRainbow Dash(Not sure why my mind just slipped there.) Vinyl Scratch.
Scratch might have been gay, but she knew a good hunk when she saw one. "Wow. He's ripped."
"Yes," said Chickadee airily. "He's so dreamy."
...Far away, in the human world...
The man sat lethargically on his bed, holding the wooden frame in his hands. Squared by those four strips of wood was the visage of all he knew and loved.
"It's almost been 27 moons, my dear Peachbottom. Soon, you will once more snuggle up in my embrace. Soon, we shall be reunited. Soon..."
