//-------------------------------------------------------// the crusaders are back! -by Princess trixie- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// childhood //-------------------------------------------------------// childhood Ahh, childhood. What a wonderful time, isn't it. Everyday a new adventure a new story! Your a new pony! There is a certain spring in a filly step that most mares and stallions lose ounce adult hood rolls around. It's no suprise, really. When you get older the color starts to drip away from your coat. Your skip turns into a trot and then just a depressed walk. Really, the only fear a filly or colt have ,but don't realize, is of growing up. I never realized it when I was that age but look at me now! Writing down a boring story at my desk with this measly quill! Now I'm sure you didn't come here to hear about my sorrows. You, my friend, cane here for a story! Am I right? Of course I am! Alright then, on with the show! Ounce upon a time there were three little stupid blank flanks that sucked at pretty everything they did. Honestly, I'm surprised they didn't get breathing wrong and accidentally get sent to the hospital... again. Well I'm getting off track. There were three little fillies. Scootash*t, Appleb*ch and $/*&