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!PmoN5JAAyM 01/08/11(Sat)22:45 No.22474873
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 “Dear Santa: Thank you for the bridal, the new bow, and the fish,” Apple Bloom prays at her bedside. “It’s Easter now, so I hope I didn’t wake you, but, honest, it is an emergency. There’s… a crack in my wall. Granny Smith says it’s just an ordinary crack, but at night, there’s voices. Please, please could you send somepony to fix it, or a policemare, or…”
The foal stopped, hearing a strange wheezing noise outside, then a crash.
“Back in a moment,” Apple Bloom tells Santa Clops, running to her window, flashlight in muzzle. Pulling back the curtains, she sees a strange blue box has fallen on the shed. Apple Bloom then tip-hoofs out to get a closer look.
When Apple Bloom is but a metre away, a grappling hook swings out of the smoking TARDIS and latches itself onto a rock. A few seconds later, a hoof emerges from the box, and then a second. Struggling, the Doctor finally gets himself out.
The wet pony looks Apple Bloom over. “Can I have an apple?” He asks. “It’s all I can think about. Apples. Maybe I’m having a craving! That’s new, never had cravings before.”
“Are you okay?” asks Apple Bloom.
“Just had a fall, all the way down there, right to the library,” the strange pony explains. “Hell of a climb back up.”
“You’re soaking wet.”
“I was in the swimming pool.”
“You said you were in the library.”
“So was the swimming pool.” |
