Written by: Moon Dancer

Intermission chapter

The pink mare's hooves fell heavily upon the rocky pavement, chipping it in some places from the sheer weight that was laid behind her steps. Though the tune she hummed was a cheerful one, and despite the fact that she looked not the least bit burdened by the cart she was pulling's contents, It should be made apparent that its load was not a light one.

"All you have to do is take a cup of flour..." the pink mare sang happily to herself, timing her hoof-steps to match the beat of the song. She hummed a little, glancing absentmindedly at a watch latched to her left fore-hoof. Upon seeing the time, she gasped loudly enough to be audible to a group of younger ponies staggering along drunkenly a few 100 yards away. They were quite startled by the loud intake of breath, as they had thought themselves alone beneath the stars.

Quickening the pace of her step and tone, the pink mare, and the cart with her, started accelerating forwards at a quite extreme speed (...a bit of salt, just a...), causing a veritable cacophony of sound to echo throughout the street as the cart with baked goods swore and screeched beneath the new strain placed upon it.

The pony, and cart with her, was barely a blur as it passed by an elderly noble-pony by the name of Lord Frugal (...such a sinch. Add a teaspoon...). Frugal spun, and was forced to the ground by the wall of wind that the cart left in its wake as it passed him by. He sputtered loudly, glancing after the departed vehicle with apparent disgust painted all over his face, only to find that the cart had already traversed the entirety of the street he had been walking on, and had entered the Royal Gardens, passing through a large gated entrance to get there. Thoroughly disgruntled, the Lord followed the cart and it's driver into the garden, intent on delivering a harsh verbal scolding about how elderly citizens(especially those of lordship) wouldn't stand to be disrespected like this. He stopped, however, in his tracks, when he witnessed something so peculiar; such an utterly singular event, that his mind took a few seconds to properly comprehend it.

The pink pony was unloading the carts contents onto the grassy plane of the garden at a truly alarming rate. For each second that passed, 5 or so boxes of confectionery- and decorational supplies were emptied from the cart and stacked orderly on the plane. Frugal gasped to himself, transfixed by the sight before him. 2 pink mares (and Frugal would later swear to his friends when they went out for a drink that weekend, that they had been identical down to the cutie mark) were zipping around and making preparations, in a truly alarming fashion. The strangeness of their motion, and the odd symmetry with which they performed their labor, sent a shiver down the unfortunate lord's spine. He quickly made to hide in a nearby bush, not far from the entrance to the garden, in order to properly observe the event from afar.

Suddenly, as if on cue, the two mares stopped unloading, though independent of outside instruction, in perfect unison. Pink mare number 1 turned to pink mare number 2, and pointed towards the entrance of the garden, giving her a few instructions that, though the Lord strained his ear to make them out out, were carried quickly away by an evening breeze.

Pink mare number 2 nodded, as if understanding, and bounced merrily towards the entrance. At this point, Lord Frugal was somewhat distraught. His reputation could not afford that he be caught peeping on a female at this hour of night, so he made quickly to hide deeper within the shrubbery that he had taken refuge in. He immediately regretted his action however, as his hoof struck a stray branch, shaking the shrubbery and sending a few birds fluttering and cawing into the night air.

Frugal gave a startled hiccup, and quickly scurried away from the stricken branch, before he remembered to check whether the pink pony had noticed him. Curiously enough, she was now standing completely still, her head following the crows's flight, and her ears shriveling around, as if she expected someone to make themselves apparent with another sound. Frugal, however, kept completely quiet, so it wasn't long before the pink pony shook her head, and walked past the bush. She quickly closed the gate to the Canterlot Garden, making sure that it made no sound, and locked the gate with a sturdy looking padlock, before she bounced merrily towards her companion, who was still unloading the cart.

It was only a couple of minutes later that the lord remembered that he had the power of teleportation, and though it took him a few seconds to execute the spell, as it was a long while since he had need of it, he managed to make it out of the garden without being spotted by the doublet of pink ponies. Scolding himself for his cowardly and shifty behavior, the lord made his way back to his mansion.

Author's Note

This will probably not be read. As such, I have the freedom to put whatever I want down here. Today, that will be...

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A HAIKU POEM!

Tomorrow is near;
Follows after midnight snack.
I want to kill it.