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01/02/11(Sun)16:09 No.22328104She kicked Pie's face. "Can you hear that?" she demanded, waving her hoof towards the darkened window. "Can you hear it? It's the sound of the rough music and they are playing it for you Mr. Pie, for you! And they have Sticks! and they have Stones! They have everything they can pick up, and they have their hooves and your daughters foal has died, Mr. Pie. You beat your daughter so hard, Mr. Pie that the foal died, and your wife is being comforted by some of the mares and everybody knows that you have done it, everybody knows."
"It was the boy," mumbled the stallion, with vomit trickling down his chest. "Coming round here, turning her head so she wouldn't listen to her mum or me. And her being only thirteen. It's a scandal."
"Autumn Breeze is thirteen too," said Twilight Sparkle, trying to keep her voice level. It was difficult; the rage was bursting to get out. "Are you trying to tell me she was too young for a bit of romance, but old enough to be beaten so hard that she bled from places where no pony should bleed?" |