The Minority Pony

I do believe I shall skip the boring part of this story, in which I check into my hotel, rent a rickshaw, rob a wig shop, and fill the rickshaw with stolen wigs. I will also gloss over the portion of the story where I wear a purple wig to a Wiccan coven meeting, and dance around a large cat statue. So, with a hop, a skip, and a jump, I will move the setting of this sorry tale to outside Octavia Melody's residence, where I am greeted by an anorexic mare named Fleur-de-lis.

"Excuse me, miss, do you have an appointment?" she asks politely. Then I remember that I do not have an appointment, and analyze the situation. There is a chain-link fence, me, a rickshaw full of wigs, two burly security stallions, and a prissy receptionist. And there is a mansion I wish to enter. Indeed. I run at the fence, and bust through it with my rickshaw. Wigs fly everywhere. I am being pursued by the security stallions, as well as Miss Fleur-de-lis, who is ruining her perfect manestyle. But this is one of those things I do not care about. I crash through the doors of thhe mansion, again leaving a trail of wigs in my wake. I crash through to Octavia's room, where she sits, and I bow slightly, making a beribboned yellow wig fall off my black, disheveled mane. She looks at me as though I am a disgusting slug of some kind, and then she waves back the guards and the furious Fleur-de-lis.

"What do you want?" Octavia says disdainfully. I look her in the eyes, and try to appear as a serious mare.

"I want to begin working for you," I say gravely. I am very impressive when I need to be.

"You?" Octavia says with a laugh. Apparently I am not as impressive as I would have hoped. But I fix my eyes upon her, giving her my steely gaze.

"Yes, indeed. Me. I am Maffia Raffia, bank robber and international wig thief," I say with gusto. She snickers.

"Well, I suppose you can run errands, or something. Take this package to Vinyl Scratch, or DJ PON-3, as you may know her." And that is what Miss Melody says, and I grab the package, which is sparkly and blue, with a shiny silver bow on top. As I leave the premises, I resist the temptation to open the box. I walk away from the the mansion, and into the streets of Canterlot. And that is when I see Rainbow Dash and her friends. Rainbow Dash calls out to me.

"Hey, Karaoke, want to hang out with me and my friends?" she says, beckoning me.

"I know not of the Karaoke you mention!" I yell.

"C'mon," she says, "just because you're having a bad hair day doesn't mean I can't recognize you!" But I just run away, and run, and run, and run some more. Because... I am not sure why. I am not sure when my identities became secret. But somehow I feel like a little piece of me has died.