REIGN OF FROGS
The weather was odd, to say the least. In fact the less said about the frogs raining from the sky, the better! Luckily there weren’t that many of them and they were small enough that they were mostly surviving the fall.
The air was filled with indignant peeps as frogs protested some other rude frog landing on them! We were having to be careful where we stepped when we went out, too. You may have a frog in the center of your hoof but NOTHING prepares you for the feel of an amphibious frog being squished underhoof by accident.
Yuck!
Staring out the open door of Handy’s Hardware and Pub at the falling amphibians, Frony opined, “It is a conspiracy, that’s what it is! The Grange voted not to pay Cloudsdale for last month’s weather. It is them dratted Pegassi is doing it!”
I looked out too. Utterly fascinated by the antics of the little hoppers. I just had to poke a hole in Frony’s bag of hot air.
“The only trouble with that, Frony, ol’ pony, is that Pegassi can make clouds move about and make WATER rain from them. They can’t lift frogs up to cloud level and drop them! I personally suspect that those Rom you led the charge to chuck out of the town’s Fair might have something to do with it.
“If so, this mess is YOUR doing!”
“You can just shut it, donkey! What are you doing inside a respectable business?”
“Trying to change the topic, Frony? I am doing the same thing that you are! Staying undercover until those frogs stop splatting down!
“As for why I might suspect the Rom for having a hoof in this mess, you got them chucked out of the fair. Couldn’t stand the competition. Your fried dough twists just did not measure up to the snacks coming out of Midnight’s Munchies!”
“It wasn’t fair! I worked hard on making my dough twists. That dark blue unicorn, Midnight, she just look like she tossing stuff together and everypony mobbing her booth for goodies!”
I pointed out acidly, “You only found out that Midnight is her Rom name AFTER you got Princess Luna and the rest of Marchhare’s band, the adopted Royal Family of Equestria, chucked out of the fair! Must have been a jolt to find out who she really was!”
Frony was just grabbing a broom to chase me out of the shop when Handy stopped him cold. “You going to BUY that broom, Frony? If not, put it back in the rack!”
His comment was punctuated by a few final splats from outside. The rain of frogs was over, apparently.
Stepping out to spare Frony the price of a broom, I happened to hear from overhead the kind of laughter that you sometimes hear in dreams. Beautiful but spine chilling at the same time.
Looking up, I saw a familiar midnight blue alicorn standing on the edge of a cloud, laughing at her prank, the wind fluttering her Rom sashes.
~THE END~