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// Story Two: A Bread Time Story 
// Story: Totally Pointless Pony Tales 
// by LyraAlluse 
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A Bread Time Story


One day I came home from a long day of training to become a Wonderbolt at the academy and noticed that something was off. It was an odd feeling, like I was being watched. I did a sharp turn and looked behind me, but I just caught my reflection in the hallway mirror. I winked at it for a moment and said, “Still looking awesome, Rainbow Dash” before carrying on to figure out just exactly what was going on.

That is when I saw a loaf of bread hovering above the kitchen counter. And that is when I knew that I had a bread ghost. You know; as in a ghost who haunts the bread. I let out a groan. Bread ghosts were near to impossible to get rid of. I mean sure; you could hire a zebra to do purification rituals and stuff. But that took months of constant visits and I just didn’t have the time to deal with all of that, what with my Wonderbolt Academy training schedule and all.

So I just sucked it up and resolved to live with the bread ghost. It wasn’t an easy task. One time when I was eating breakfast in the kitchen, it popped out of the loaf and went, 'Booo!'. And bread crumbs rolled down its eyes. Because it was a bread ghost. And it moved around like one of those huge wind sock puppet things that carriage dealers have outside of their shops for some reason that haunt your dreams when you think about them and totally don't want make you want a carriage, and it went, 'Wugga wugga wuuga'. 

But I wasn't impressed by this bread ghost. So I said, "Hey bread ghost. How about you pay some rent? You've been living in this bread loaf for about two weeks now and all you do is make noise. Unless you go out and get a job, I'm going to have to kick you out. Pull your weight you lazy git."

And the ghost just kind of stared at me for a few minutes and then went 'poof'. I thought it went away, but it reappeared a few weeks later when I bought a new loaf of bread and said, "Blargggg!" 

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh no, not this again," I said, looking for a fly swatter to hit it with.

But then I noticed that the bread ghost had placed some money on the counter. It had taken my advice and gotten a job. So I picked up the money, stuck it in my pocket, and shrugged.

And since that day the bread ghost still makes strange noises from the bread, but at least it pays its portion of the rent each month.

And we both lived strangely ever after. With bread that tasted strangely ghost-like.