The Jostled Flyer

by Josh Crapo


Puddle of Flaskbacks

The three Wonderbolts trotted along the edge of Hayseed Swamp, which was so humid, that even shade didn't make a single difference of how hot it was. As they trotted, one of them, Soarin', saw something quickly ahead. "Hey, what's that over there?"
Fleet Foot looked closely at the swamp floor ahead. "That's just a puddle, Soarin'. It doesn't look too strange to me."
But as Spitfire looked at the puddle she noticed something with it. "Oh, it's more than just a puddle Fleet Foot. There seems to be a pony next to it."
Soarin' looked even closer. "Wow, you're right Spitfire. It looks like a white stallion."
The three galloped over to the body as they also examined the puddle. Spitfire and Fleet Foot suddenly skidded on the saturated soil as they stopped perfectly in front of the puddle and body. Soarin' slid a little too late, sliding over the puddle getting Fleet Foot and Spitfire wet with what came from the puddle also getting the body wet in the torso.
Spitfire walked near straightly to Soarin'. "Soarin', what the foal! You got us wet!"
"Well I don't know about you but I'm not going to overheat with a puddle this hot." Fleet Foot proceeded to shake her body to dry off the scorching hot puddle shed off of her body.
Spitfire spit at the ground once Fleet Foot shook her body as she'd tasted what was in the puddle. "Oh my gosh! What is that stuff?!?"
"Well, if you thought it tasted that bad if it accidentally got in your mouth, then I guess I should've warned you about it. Like 'Head's up, you're in for a bitter taste if you stay grounded,' or something like that." Fleet Foot started chuckling at her warning she made up right then and there.
Soarin' turned around to hearing Fleet Foot's pun. "Oh, I see what you mean. It's almost as if my hooves were the only wet parts of my body." Soarin' shook his hooves dry as he came up to the body and felt its forehead. "YOW!!! Well, sugar! That is the hottest forehead I've felt in a long time! I've got to get to the nearest good hospital!" And with the body that took so long to pull out, Soarin' dashed off out of Hayseed Swamp leaving Spitfire and Fleet Foot standing on the saturated soil in the swamp.