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01/13/12(Fri)11:53 No.33217513>>33217328 Fluttershy is dreaming of growing peaches. As she levitates the water in buckets with her horn, she feels the heat of the midday sun warm her flank. "Listen here, Georgia," she says to one tree, "You'd better make better peaches this time, or I'll saw you down and use you for firewood come the winter." For good measure, she glares at the tree, which hangs its head and nods in submission. |