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10/19/11(Wed)01:39 No.30700677>>30700429
"Donuts for sale, ladies and gentlemen!" echoed deep and confident along Crackling Street. Gala-goers turned their head.
"Donuts! The finest in the land! Whether you have hoof, claw, or some strange paw, they melt in your mouth instead!" puffed the unseen salesman.
Gentle-ladies and gentle-men of several species turned to one another. Surely the buffet at the Gala had been enough?
"Whet your final whistle! Why have just a nightcap when you can have a cuppa and a warm sugary treat?" boomed the voice still.
The crowd, having descended from the high cliff-bluff and alighting from their carriages on Hotel Row, began to caper to the source of the hyperbole. A flickering magical neon sign flitted in and out, "DONUTS" and "PONY JOE."
"Be waited on hand and foot, gentle lords, by the finest servant -- that's to say customer service representative -- east of the Griffon Mountains!"
Oh, they liked the sound of that. Getting closer, the throng began to smell the lovely sugar-cinnamon aroma rising from the quaint little two-story building. Hors'devours be damned, it was intoxicating. At least one dragon accidentally salivated on a lady-in-waiting.
"Come one, come all! Lords, ladies, and-"
A gasp rose from the crowd as the contents of this 'PONY JOE's' became clear. A one Princess Celestia was very nimbly devouring an eclair of goodly size, and enjoying every bite.
The next few minutes were something of a blur to all involved, but at the end, the register was overflowing with tinkling golden bits.
Joe chuckled, "I gotta say, Spike, you know how to sell 'em."
"Just always make mine with extra sprinkles and we'll ... call it even." |
