Masquerade

I woke up the next day and sat up in my bed. "NO." I thought.

There was no way in hell I was gonna get fat again for Strike. I mean, a guy who is fat fetishism is not worth it.

  I put on my glasses and braided my mane. then I put on my purple saddle and walked down the stairs. I was going to go for a stroll around Ponyville.

  As I walked throughout the small town, I began to appreciate it more. Once you got over the fact that the ponies squish grapes with their hooves to make grape juice, it was an interesting and reasonable place. I stopped into Sugarcube Corner and ate a strawberries and cream cupcake before I went home. For the entire day, I slept, ate, did my homework and watched TV.

Fifteen days later was a week before the Nightmare Night ball. Everypony was going with a date.But there was only one itsy, bitsy, teensy, weensy, teeny, weeny, little, small problem..............................................................

I HAD SEVEN DAYS TO GET A DATE FOR THE NIGHT MARE NIGHT BALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And now THIS was no piece of cake.