In Celebration of a Hundred.

by Karrakaz

12.Amateur Detective

From the cupboard, the trail leads over the counter out the window close to the stove, so I follow it. Normally I wouldn’t dare, but I know who did this, so that’s okay.

Chasing somepony isn’t easy when you’re not as athletic as they are, but I manage; climbing through the windowsill and looking around my garden before I look up. She should be somewhere high; in a tree or perhaps on a cloud, she does that every time.

I fly up to the cloud with the rainbow tail and jump the one who has stolen my favorite cookies.
“Gotcha.”

Comments

[Skeeter The Lurker]

Heh, I'd do that as well.

~Skeeter The Lurker

[Horsemumbler]

Sumthin' in those cookies.