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Part I:
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>It's another beautiful rainy day in Manehattan.
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>The city streets, once alive with the hustle and bustle of busy ponies, lie mostly empty as the falling rainwater drenches everything it touches.
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>No sane pony would be out and about in this deplorable weather. (Un)fortunately, you are not a sane pony.
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>You are Tack, a short-tempered earth pony stallion that somehow managed to land a job as a cobbler's apprentice.
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>Celestia only knows where he gets his limitless supply of patience to put up with your shenangians.
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>The boss even let you leave early because of the weather!
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>Life ain't exactly easy in this neck of the woods, but you manage to keep your head above water.
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>*SPLASH*
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>Metaphorically speaking that is. Last time you checked, pneumonia isn't your special talent.
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>You quickly look up and down the street for some form of shelter.
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>Everything is closed and there are no awnings, umbrellas, or carriage stops to hide beneath.
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>*CRRRRRREEEEEEAAAAAAK*
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>Your ear catches the sound of a door opening somewhere over yonder.
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>The rain continues its relentless assault as your hooves gallop towards the opening door as fast as they can.
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>Soon a strange little shop rapidly comes into view, the only one that shows signs of life on this block.
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>In the distance you can vaguely make out the shape of a mare emerging from the shop. She quickly trots over to the curb and drops a bag of garbage.
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>The pony stops dead in her tracks upon spotting you in the darkness.
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"Hello there! Nice weather we're having huh?"
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>You can practically FEEL the metaphorical spaghetti gushing from your nonexistent pockets.
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>Socializing was never your strong suit, otherwise you'd have a VERY different cutie mark.
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>The mare physically cringes at your corny interaction and turns to make a beeline for the safety of her shop.
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"W-Wait miss! Please! I have nowhere else to go!"
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>She turns to stare at your miserable form standing in the rain. You whimper with a trembling lip and beg her with desperate eyes.
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>Okay so you might be stretching the truth about having nowhere to go, but your home is five blocks over, where the flood waters are rising to alarming levels.
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>After a bit of internal thought, the mare stands to the side and motions towards the open doorway.
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>"Fine, but you'd better-"
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>You speed past her and head for the fireplace, its glowing warmth drawing you in like a moth to an ember.
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>"-hurry..."
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>You stretch out and lay in front of the fire like a dog after a long day of chasing its tail.
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>"You're welcome." The mare chuckles from behind and throws a blanket on top of you.
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"Oh yeah, thanks Miss-?"
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>"Patches. Nice to meet you stranger." The curious mare quickly closes the front door and locks up for the night.
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>You watch her trot into the kitchen and put a kettle on the stove.
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"I'm no stranger; I'm Tack." You quickly correct her.
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>"Tack hmmm? That's a nice name."
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>In the blink of an eye she's back in the living room to serve the tea.
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>You instinctively perform a quick double take to make sure your eyes are still working properly.
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>That mare can move fast!
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Part II:
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>Patches settles into a red recliner and calmly sips her tea in front of the fireplace.
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>You turn to the mare and prepare to say something, but the sight of her has you spitting your tea out.
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>Jelly jar glasses. Beautiful green eyes. Blonde mane tied back into a ponytail. Peach-colored coat. Cute dimpled smile. This mare is a total bucking bombshell!
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>"I take it your some kind of cobbler?" Patches asks without looking up from her tea.
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>You tear your eyes away from her before she notices you staring. The last thing you need is for her to brand you a creep and call the ponice.
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"Uh yeah, but I'm just an apprentice."
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>"I see..."
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>She uses her magic to grab a book from the nearby bookshelf and begins to read.
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"Wait, how did you know I was a cobbler('s apprentice)?" You look at her in confusion.
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>Patches looks up from her book and points to your flank.
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>"There aren't many professions that utilize shoes and craft hammers."
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>Gee willikers! This mare is as perceptive as she is beautiful.
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"Fair enough. What line of work do YOU fall under?"
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>Patches sets her book down on the nearby coffee table and looks at you.
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>"I make...dollhouses..." She blushes and looks down at her book as the last word passes her lips.
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>You catch a glimpse of the mare's flank in the dim light. Her cutie mark looks like a patch of cloth with a sewing needle.
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"Huh? Your cutie mark doesn't look like a dollhouse." You protest.
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>"D-Dollhouses aren't the only things I make!" Patches frowns and covers her flank with the book.
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"Well yeah but, it's not what your cutie mark-"
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>"Ugh, you're just like the rest..." She sighs in disappointment. "Always jumping to conclusions!"
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>Her words have your ears perking up faster than [insert lame pun here].
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>"My cutie mark may tell a different story, but I do enjoy making dollhouses and accessories."
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>She points to the various miniature dollhouses neatly organized on the shelves surrounding the fireplace.
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>To be fair, they do look well-crafted. Each dollhouse is entirely unique in both design and color.
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"Gosh Patches, these dollhouses are beautiful! Are they all hoof carved?"
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>"Yes indeed!" She trots next to you and smiles proudly. "Every single one of them was crafted with care by my own two hooves (and a smidge of magic)!"
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>Your eyes slowly drift from house to house, looking over every single immaculate detail and accessory.
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"No kidding! It's rare to see ponies put so much effort into their hobbies like this."
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>"Thank you for those kind words." Her ears droop as she looks over her own handiwork. "Not many ponies show such enthusiasm for my craft."
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>Her craftsmanship clearly eclipses your own, but strangely enough, it doesn't make you feel jealous or inadequate.
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"If I had a daughter, she'd want to collect them all!" You jokingly state.
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>Patches' smile wanes and she turns to face you with a look of concern.
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>"If?" Her gorgeous green eyes stare right into yours. "Do you not have a...f-family?"
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>You shake your head and try to break her line of sight before she sees the blush in your cheeks.
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>*DING* *DING* *DING*
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>You hear a clock chime somewhere in the darkened hallway next to the fireplace.
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Part III:
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>"It's getting rather late..." Patches looks towards the fireplace and extinguishes its flames with her magic.
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>"Wouldn't you agree?"
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>She trots over to the bookshelf and returns her book with a small yawn.
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"Yep. I should probably head home now." You quickly rise to your hooves and stretch. "Thank you for your hospitality, Patches."
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>You head for the front door, ready to catch some Zs in the comfort of your own bed. Hopefully it isn't too soggy after all this rain.
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>"What?!" Patches teleports in front of the shop entrance and blocks your path. "Y-You can't leave yet! It's still raining cats and dogs outside!"
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>"Y-You're more than welcome to spend the night!" The frazzled unicorn illuminates the hallway. "I have a guest room upstairs for just such an occasion!"
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>Her panicked expression raises yet another red flag in your head.
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>Why does she suddenly want you to stick around? It's not like the two of you are best buddies or anything.
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"What's...going on?" You raise an eyebrow. "Are you trying to foalnap me or something?"
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>"Huh?! N-No, that's not it at all!" Patches takes a deep breath to calm herself. "It's just that, n-nopony else really appreciates my work like you do."
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>The flustered mare trots upstairs and motions for you to follow her. "And it's not often I get company."
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>Your mind is SCREAMING at you to get the buck out of here.
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"You've been a wonderful host, but I don't want to take advantage of your hospitality." You push her to the side and quickly grab the door handle.
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>A peach colored hoof reaches out and tightly wraps around your foreleg like a serpent.
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>You stare at her in silent shock as her eyes begin turning pitch black while fangs begin sprouting from the corners of her mouth.
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>What kind of twisted magic is this?!
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>"Please, a-at least take a look at my latest project before you go!" The mare begs you.
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>Her grip tightens around your trembling foreleg, sending a sharp stab of pain through your body.
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>Patches' actions defy her gentle words in a way that sends a shiver down your spine.
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>There must've been a sale down at the red flag store, because your mind is drowning in them now.
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>This mare is trouble.
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>BIG TROUBLE.
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"Fine." You sigh and let go of the door handle. "But make it quick alright? I have work in the morning."
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>It's best to just play along for now, at least until she's distracted long enough to make a beeline for the exit.
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>She squees with delight and instantly teleports the two of you to her darkened den.
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>"What do you think?" She happily points a hoof into the pitch black room.
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>You squint your eyes in confusion.
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"I think it's pretty dark in here."
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>"Oh gracious, how silly of me!" She giggles nervously and illuminates the room with a light from her horn. "How about now?"
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>You see many unfinished plush dolls and dollhouses strewn about.
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>This chick needs a few lessons on keeping her work area clean.
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>"Welcome to my workshop!" She teleports to the entrance of an unusually large dollhouse sitting in the center of the room.
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>You rub your eyes and blink again. How did you not notice that giant dollhouse before?!
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"Wow, you've certainly been busy." You nervously chuckle. "I bet these'll look great when they're all finished."
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>Just keep calm and be polite. The last thing you need right now is to push her off the deep end of her sanity.
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>She smiles and blushes before turning to paint the doorframe of her life-sized dollhouse. "T-Thank you..."
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>Patches finishes painting the doorframe and hastily throws the brush into an empty paint can.
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Part IV:
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>Your mane stands on end as the door suddenly opens by itself, seemingly without magic involved.
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"D-Did you o-open that, P-Patches?" Your teeth are chattering up a storm.
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>The mare teleports to your side and shakes her head. "No."
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>"How strange that the door opened on its own." Her lip curls into a devious grin. "It's almost as if-"
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>She stops midsentence and looks deep into your eyes.
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>You take a few steps back to give yourself some personal space, but the mare quickly closes the distance.
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>"Would you like to see the interior?" She motions towards the dollhouse's open door.
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>"I-It's not quite finished yet, but I think an upstanding gentlecolt such as yourself deserves a sneak peak!"
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>Is this some kind of prank?
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"W-What's going on Patches? Why are you acting so...STRANGE?!"
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>There's no hiding it now, you're in full panic mode. M-Maybe she won't notice?!
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>Your eyes dart all over the place, desperately trying to find some sort of distraction to help you escape this lunatic.
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>"Please Tack, I InSiST!"
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>She blasts you through the door with a beam of pink magic, sending you hurtling into the black hole that is the giant dollhouse.
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>Naturally, you freak the buck out and start flailing around like a spaz as you fall deeper and deeper into this heart of darkness.
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"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!"
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>You see a light rapidly approaching on the horizon and fall through it, landing on the ground with a loud *POMF!*
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>The ground feels a lot...SOFTER than usual.
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>With a grunt you stand up and survey the area, hoping to get your bearings before something else happens.
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>Something is VERY wrong. The entire landscape looks like it's made out of...plush fabric?
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>You have the strangest feeling you're not in Manehattan anymore.
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>The woods. The ground. The sky. Everything is made of fabric and stuffing!
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>That explains the unusually soft landing despite falling into in what appeared to be a pile of rocks.
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>Hopefully Patches is on the way to meet your here, otherwise getting out of here will be a daunting prospect.
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>You trot down the dirt path and head towards a small village sitting on the plushie horizon.
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>Hooves crossed that the villagers are friendly towards outsiders.
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>*SQUEEEEEEEEEEAK*
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>Your hoof digs into a small creature lying in the middle of the road, causing you to recoil in a panic.
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"HOLY BITS!"
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>You fall flat on your arse as the thing slowly stands up and stretches.
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>Strangely enough it has its back turned, seemingly unaware of your presence.
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>You rub your eyes and stare in disbelief. It looks like a little foal!
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"Sorry about that..." You quickly apologize. "I didn't mean to step on you, little buddy."
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>Your eyes practically pop out of their sockets as the creature twists its head like an owl until it's looking right at you.
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>The foal just stands there in an unnerving silence. Its stitched body twitches now and again, but it makes no further movements.
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>Okay, what the buck is this thing?! Ponies can't twist their necks around like that!
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>You quickly turn tail and begin galloping towards the village before this little monster has a chance to act.
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