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03/08/12(Thu)01:35 No.456719>>456321
Apple Bloom felt numb from the fall, but she forced herself to stay still and open her eyes. From the darkness of the water, colorful shapes emerged, curiously swimming closer.
She let a bubble escape her mouth, and watching it zip away to her right, she reoriented herself, and swam for the surface. Her lungs burned, but she broke the surface and breathed the wonderful mountain air.
After catching her breath, she ducked under the water again. There were some half dozen of the odd things. They looked like ponies on the front, but they had fish tails for their hindquarters.
Then she heard the sound.
They were humming, she thought. A wild melody, with deep harmonics. (That was the extend of her knowledge of musical terminology, after a short discussion with Sweetie Belle a few months earlier.) It was enchanting and beautiful.
But when they opened their mouths and showed their teeth, she knew it was time to leave. She surfaced quickly and found the rope from the balloon floating nearby. She gave it some quick tugs, and attached her harness. Soon she was soaring through the cold mountain air, shivering with the wind chill.
Back on dry land, she huddled under a blanket next to a small fire. "Bein' C-c-c-cutie Mark C-c-c-cryptobiologists is hard work," she said, "But th-th-th-this'll show them fer sure!"
Scootaloo laughed. "You sound like you have autism."
Sweetie Belle's eyebrows furrowed. "That's not what autism is!"
"What are you," asked Scootaloo, the smile vanishing from her face, "A dictionary?"
And then Apple Bloom had the weirdest sense of deja vu.
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