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Clydesdale Diaries #2
12/28/11(Wed)07:24 No.32725377>>32724766 Anonymous Orange Pony Self proclaimed 'Revolutionist'
"Hey, reporter pony! Hey, reporter pony!" I hear a voice shouting to me as I step out of the military complex. "Yeah, come over here!" Evidently there is a pony on the second story of the mill across the street. "Come here, I have a story to tell you, for your newspaper or magazine or whatever reporter ponies write in!" I trot over and push my way through the unlocked door. "Auugh, how did you get in? I thought I locked that!" The orange pony runs down the stairs and meets me in the center of a room. A bunch of boxes lined the walls, recently moved I deftly notice. She turns off the warehouse lights and turns on the single light located in the center of the room. "So what do you want to ask me?" I inform her that she told me she has a story to tell me, which she quickly nods in agreement, "yes, yes! Sorry, sorry. I'm spying on those military pigs. No offense to our pig brethren. But, the chief told me to come down to the mill on Gulley Road and spy on the swine. No pigs around, but there sure are a lot of army ponies! After getting my eyeful, I realized I could totally tell Chief about this place! So that's what I'm doing now, sneaky, huh?" I nod, and tap my pencil to notepad, inquiring to her name and title. "You can't know my name! What's the point in wearing these fashionable flank hiding garments?" She twirls around, showing off a piece of paper with a red A scrawled on it and taped over both her cutiemarks. I nod and continue to write, "and I'm a revolutionist! We want our sugar, we have rights too!" I ask how it directly effects her, "well, you know... I just... Sometimes I eat cookies! And I know a baker! But she only makes bread." I look up, "but I heard we were lied too! Lying is bad!" This is what the military is up against? I practically have the Equestrian Golden Hoof in Journalism guaranteed with this story. |