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// Stallion Your Ground 
// Story: Appledashery 
// by Just Essay 
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	Clink!

A stallion wearing a Fillyda Highway Patrol uniform placed the Alicorn Chalice atop a counter deep inside the Orlandoats City Impound.

"Well, sure is a darn funny lookin' thang, ain't it?" the officer remarked, tilting his broad hat back.  "By the look of them demon wings, it sorta screams 'evil' all over it."

"T'ain't evil, Ted," another officer groaned from across the office.  He shuffled past an electric fan and shuffled through several papers.  "It's just old, that's all.  The nasty ponies who used it to curse a bunch of northerners are the evil ones."

"You reckon they'll be comin' back to try and wrangle this thing off before we have a chance of haulin' it to the Magician's Guild?" Ted turned to look back at the other officer.  "Once it gets into them unicorns' hooves, it's a one-way ticket to Equestria!"

"Pffft!  Ain't no way!"  The other stallion chuckled.  "We'll be guardin' that goblet with an armed escort of over two dozen of Orlandoats' finest!  They'd have to have a whole dang dragon migration with 'em if they want to get anywhere near the evidence!"

FLASH!  All of the sudden, the chalice vanished.  Ted turned to look at it—but did a double-take, gawking at a blank counter.

"Nope.  Celestia can thank her lucky stars—or her sister's lucky stars—that the finest police in all of Fillyda can deliver her relic on time!"

"Uhhhhh..." Ted fidgeted in place.

"Everythang alright, Ted?  You sound a might bit touched!"

"I'm... uh..." Ted took his hat off, fanned himself, and shuffled off.  "...I'mgonnagoonbreak."

"... ... ...huh?"