This was written outside in a park at a brony meetup cookout. It was written for a speedfic contest. It was written with a green colored pencil on a paper plate. There was no eraser.
The prompt was "Where do fillies come from?"
The rules were that we had to write something fitting that prompt that was able to fit on the front and back side of a standard paper plate. I don't think there were any other rules.
This is as close to an exact transcription as I think I can provide here without scanning the plate itself (which I would rather not do). Everything presented here is exactly as it was written. I finished it in less than 10 minutes.
When I really have no idea what the original word was, I put (???).
Any spelling or grammar errors may be assumed to be [sic] from the original.
This was written in August of 2011.
PresentPerfect won that contest, with the Zebra Manuscript.
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The thick, dark clouds obscured the sun over Ponyville as Mr. Cake paced ns nervously in the waiting room of Ponyville General Hospital, b(?)f(???) (??????) not bothering to hide the concern tha visible on his face. Anxiety clenched his brain in a cold, tight grip as he thought of his poor, sweet wife just (??????) behind those double doors.
S He remarked at his misfortune -- he had been ge eagerly anticipating finally being a father, before those damnable complications had set in. He could still hear her screams of agony; they reverberated in his skull like the clangs of a funeral bell.
The doctors refused to tell him a thing, except that it was vitally important that he stay calm, if only for ha her sake. The injustice of it all bit at his heart. If she was going to die, as he strongly be(???) didn't he deserve to be there? Didn't he deserve to say goodbye?
Concern at first became rage, and he threw caution to the wind, and kicked those double doors in.
He marveled at what he saw within inside.
His wife was strapped to the table, groaning in anguish. Several bescrubbed doctor ponies surrounded her, obscuring Mr. Cake's view of his wife'sdistorted swelled and distended belly. (????) (???) one of the aides One of the nurses leaped in front of Mr. Cake, yelling at him to stop.
"What is wrong with my wife, you bastards?" he furiously shouted.
The nurse looked at him frantically. "Please, Mr. Cake, calm down! We can't afford to let allow your wife to be agitated!"
M "I want to be here for her! I want to see my ne foal! If it is a stillbirth, just tell me, you quacks!"
"Mr. Cake, don't be silly. We picked your filly from the flower field in Happytwinkle Meadow an hour ago. She's in the next room. Your wife has stomach cancer."
"Oh."