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!!cJ4MGVqvOKw 09/04/11(Sun)10:06 No.29360493>>29360300
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. That old adage had been her gift from her grandmother, in the same vein as the priceless treasure Pinkie had received from her Granny Pie, the knowledge and confidence necessary to laugh her fears away. She'd taken it to heart as best she could, vowing never to let a bad situation get her down, and she believed she'd stuck to it as best she could. Sure, she was fearful, quiet, and not particularly proactive outside of her little family of animals, but that didn't mean she couldn't make the best out of the worst. Victory from the jaws of defeat, that was her motto.
In this case, unfortunately, she found it preposterously difficult to stick to.
"Oh, excuse me, but you can't sit there, that's Hummingway's perch," she whispered, raising a chastising hoof towards the strange creature hanging by its tail from the poor bird's stand. Hummingway himself was locked in mortal combat with two other birds, fighting for what little space there was still left, and beneath them Angel sat on the floor, stomping his feet in impotent anger. Every now and then the bunny would lob a wadded-up ball of paper at the squabbling birds, to no avail.
Throughout her house, more of the unusual creatures were galumphing around, breaking her precious, fragile possessions, and making a general mess. Two of them looked like they were mating on her bookshelf; they'd casually tossed all her books from their spaces, and now they were strewn haphazardly along the floor, being nibbled on by curious forest critters.
Fluttershy wasn't sure she could deal with the creatures much longer. They were getting on her last nerves, frayed as they already were by another hard day's work, and she could feel anger bubbling up inside her, boiling over like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
The sound of shattering glass, a harsh tinkle from the floor above, was just enough to push the poor, frazzled pegasus over the edge. |
