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This story is a sequel to Gull Sentry


The Canterlot Patrol Routes for the Royal Guard are determined by the actions of one pegasus and the two morons that watch him.

Shining has a problem with this.


Reading the prequel is unnecessary.

Written for the A Thousand Words Contest II Contest in the Comedy Category.

Preread by The Sleepless Beholder.

Chapters (1)
Comments ( 15 )

Truly spectacular, I expect nothing less from the greatest military personnel in all of Equestria.

The Canterlot Patrol Routes for the Royal Guard are determined by the actions of one pegasus and the two morons that watch him.

Shining has a problem with this.

How is he any better?

Begs the question of if the events of the original fic were foretelling Shining wandering into a dark room filled with mousetraps before a nasty encounter with a manticore.

If it works, don't fix it

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I dunno, Starlight. Maybe you should read the story and find out instead of going off a long description hook.

Hahahaha, this was fantastic! Perfect for a 1k story.

Bird is the word!

(Trashmen - Surfin Bird)

Thundergeon (and Sunsparrow) should be glad that the Royal Guards did not practice haruspicy

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Wait, what? You mean Starlight Nova comments on stories without reading them?
[small]I'm surprised more people don't call him out on that. Based on another interaction with him, it seems like he does that just because he wants people replying to his comment, so I've stopped doing so.[/small]

Also, did you mean the title to be Ornithomancy? It's spelled that way in story, which makes sense, and I was expecting there might be a joke in there referring to why the title was different, but I didn't notice one.

The author's note had me laughing. Also, I don't at all blame Thundergeon for assaulting a pigeon on principle.

They were both dressed in forest camouflage that did nothing to hide them against the stone interior of the castle. Binoculars were glued to their faces as Lookout scribbled on a notepad. Perking his ears, Shining was just able to make out mumbled words.

poor Shining, cursed to be the only sane stallion in his Guard

Shining’s look of disdain was the same as his mother’s when he had brought home his first marefriend, Tongue Wrestler.

ahaha what a name

“Not at all, Captain,” Lookout replied. “I’m sure an actual bird would have more grace and intelligence than Thundergeon.”

gottem

Shining watched Thundergeon chase his tail in circles on the roof. “... I’m hard pressed to disagree, however, you can’t just use random behaviour to determine our patrol routes!”

actually it’s a very good strategy in certain contexts to use a random process to make decisions, which is historically where divination practices evolve naturally, and furthermore,

Thundergeon was vibrating in place. His face was scrunched up, feathers puffed. He started to dry heave, then upchucked an intact, if gross, teddy bear. He leaned back, his tongue out and not a thought to be seen in his eyes.

... What,” Shining said.

that is pretty much exactly my reaction

“This is Ornithomancy,” Lookout muttered under his breath followed by a quiet war cry.

“This method has a ninety percent accurate prediction rate,” Guiding explained. “How about we do your patrol next and you can pass judgement afterwards?”

Begrudgingly, Shining said, “fffffiiiiiiiiiinnnnnne.”

Shining, you live in a world where the sun has to be raised each day personally by your immortal horse monarch, you gotta resign yourself to these kinds of things!

In a tone reserved for delivering the utmost serious news to another soldier, Guiding said, “you will have tomato soup thrown on you, get half your mane burned off by a sneezing dragon, and then beat up by a pregnant mare.”

honestly a lot of respect to these two for having developed their Orinthomancy skills to such precision

Shining, fur dyed red by the tomato soup he had tried to eat at lunch with half his mane burned off by his apologetic younger brother and sporting a black eye from a billigerent pregnant mare that had mistaken him for some sleeze, sat next to Guiding and Lookout with a pair of binoculars pressed to his face.

one would think having a dragon for a younger brother might lend credence to the possibility of that particular prophecy!

Thundergeon reared his head back and began to scream the song of his (bird) people.

horrifying

A frying pan went flying through the air, smacked him in the back of the head, and caused him to plummet to the ground below.

relatable

From her bedroom window, Princess Luna hung out of it like a crazed madmare with heavy bags under her eyes, pure rage on her face, and an opossum themed night cap on her head.

“I WILL MURDER YOU ALL, YOU BLOODY FEATHERED RATS!” She shrieked.

The window slammed shut behind her.

augh i love her so much! the opossum themed night cap is just the perfect cherry on top

“What does that mean?” Shining asked.

“That Princess Luna is in a bad mood,” Lookout and Guiding replied in unison.

perfect answer

“We’ll need the afternoon readings.” Lookout answered. “She makes us work for it, but Strawberry Sunsparrow is known to give accurate if sassy readings.”

aww love her! she is so sassy!

All of this has happened on my balcony. All of it.

if this were not written by you i would not believe this. but i do.


absolutely spectacular. thank you so much for writing!

I’d normally warn you that I won’t take the prequel into account while judging this, but fortunately I read it during the previous Thousand Words contest. Plus, as you said, it isn’t necessary to appreciate the story.

So how will we get the rest of the patrol routes?

If behavioral augury isn’t an option, there’s always haruspicy…

In any case, delightful madness throughout, treated seriously enough to become all the funnier. Equestria truly is a land of magic and wonder. Thank you for it and congrats on the gold.

Definitely the most valid fortune-telling method. n_n

I have to ask though, were you wielding the frying pan in your case?

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No, my sibling, as well on several different occasions:
- a nerf gun
- a broom
- a cane
- straight up rocks
- that one weird owl thing

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Weird owls are surprisingly less effective than they seem like they ought to be.

Greetings. Your reading has been completed and can be found below. I hope you enjoy.

Hello! Here's your courtesy note for my review of this. I wasn't that big a fan of Gull Sentry, but this appealed to me rather more. It's silly and weird and funny. Liked it!

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