Guss what book! I threw a party today!
It was a birthday party for Toltot. We were talking and I told him about the birthday party we had for my friend Andy and he asked me what a birthday was! Can you believe it book? He didn't even know what day he was even born on! I decided that we were going to have a party right then and there! I got up on the table and told everypony there that it was Toltot's birthday today and that we needed to party. He was so nervous, but once it got started he loved it! He said it was the most fun he had ever had. He even said it was his first party ever! We all had a supper fun time!
-
Some ponies say that after a battle, that a dark graveyard silence decends over the fields, and that there is not a sound to be heard. At the moment this... was most esuredly not true.
"YOU PIG FOOTED, LOUCHY SODS!"
The leader of the Diomedian attack had stumbled into a cage trap during the battle, and during the tending to the wounded, was forgotten in his cage. With his ax knocked out of his reach and his knife lost in a dice game days ago, he was trapped.
"YOU GLOOBY BOTTLES OF CHEAP, STINKING SEWER BREW!"
Having given up on trying to undo the cage lock himself, he instead decided to pass the time sowing off his mastery of the traditional royal speaking tone.
"COME BACK AND GET SOME IN DA YARBLES! IF YA GOT ANY YARBLES!"
Nopony in the fortress was particularly egar to collect the raging Diomedian. That is, nopony but one.
"COME ON YOU FLUTTERY LUTTERY LITTLE PISS! I'LL ROOKER YA UP ALL KROVVIER! I'LL... what's this? Horrorshow! If it isn't me new chelloveck. Here to get your droog out of this staja? Real dobby!"
The pony before him stood his ground a few feet from the cage, carefully taking the crossbow from his back.
"Sorry droog, got meself a new way now. Don't want to muky-up."
The caged pony was perplexed at this statement, and voiced his concern.
"What ya mean new way? Whats dat on your flappers? Is that flipy-fluff you got sukky on? Have you gone bezoomny? Your mozg fall out your gulliver! What's that pooshka for?"
The free pony for his part seemed to ignore the other as he loaded his crossbow with a salvaged Diomedian bolt.
"Can't have you govoreeting and creeching all me malenky see-me-nots away can I? That would be baddiwad. Very baddiwady."
The bow was raised and aimed towards the imprisoned and soon to be condemned pony.
"Bye-bye me droogy."
The other never got the chance to retort.
He would say it was the one that got away, most likely to get revenge for something or other. Eveypony knew how vile there kind can be. They would believe him, after all Toltot had proven himself the honorable stallion. Why would he lie about this?
-
My big brothers hurt! He's hurt super bad book!
It's so bad, hes all bloody and he wont wake up!
Daddy says the doctor will make him all better but mommy is just crying and... and...
Everything was going so well again. My friends came back and fogave me, we had Toltot's party and...
Why dose the bad stuff alway come when things are just getting good again! It's not fair!! I just-
got to go khenal say i can help!
-----------------
This is why I love these things man! You never know what will happen! Love it!
Also, I never said the caged domie is dead, I just said that he won't be giving away any info.
Sweet Celestia, I hope Peytrel lives!
Author
Topic: My Little Fortress. Glitterglen. (Read 281201 times)