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09/24/11(Sat)01:48 No.29949754
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 >>29948802 penis
...never change, 4chan. (But that's the only one you get. Similarly prurient words will be discarded.)
>>29948860 Bondage
Try again next part.
CHANGES SMALL AND GREAT
Or, how I learned to stop worrying and start living
I was back in Canterlot. I was back in my home town.
The one-year anniversary of Princess Luna's return, the Summer Sun Celebration, would be held here, as it had been that fateful day long ago, when she had inspired me to study magic. I yearned to see Celestia, my mentor, gracefully rising, her mane and tail fluttering in the cosmic wind, as she brought forth the longest day of the year.
But I would be staying for two weeks (two whole weeks!) to finish some important classes, to consult with Her Majesty on my studies, and to catch up on things I had left unfinished.
Mom had tears in her eyes as she greeted me, and (though he might deny it) so did Dad. We hugged for what felt like hours, and I felt like a little filly again.
"Hey, Spurt," said Dad when we finished embracing, "How's life in Ponyville?"
"I'm learning lots of wonderful magical things every day, and it's all thanks to my friends," I said.
And then it just started pouring out: the Elements, Nightmare Moon, my amazing new friends, our adventures, our struggles, and many of the lessons I'd learned and reported to Celestia. I was talking faster and faster, and I could feel the tears streaming down my smiling face, but I couldn't stop.
"Theencounterwiththatearthponypoettaughtmethatthepenismightierthanthesword," I said, then coughed. "I'm sorry I'm just babbling now."
"We should have called you Brooke," joked Dad, as Mom got me some water. "Tell you what, let's have lunch after we get you settled back in." |
