Luna Just Wants Cereal
Chapter 8: Luna Gets Served! . . . Breakfast
Previous ChapterBrown arrived at the castle again, his breath was labored, his limbs ached, and his entire form was regretting never having excelled in physical activities. Or even minored in physical activities. Or even really participated in physical activities. But he managed to drag his half-dead body all the way to the kitchen and finally prepare a bowl of cereal. Before this, however, he managed to bump his shins against a coffee table that was just laying in the middle of the corridor and when he finally arrived at the kitchen he slipped on a banana peel and fell flat on his back.
By the time he finally arrived in the kitchen he was beaten, bruised, berated, and just all around bored with how the world was treating him. But still he strived, he retrieved a clean bowl from one of the pantries, filled it with cereal, poured in the milk, and got a clean set of utensils. After a long day of hard work, he would finally see a conclusion.
He finally approached the princess and set before her the fated cereal with milk and replaced any missing utensils. Nodding in appreciation to her reward, the anticipation at and end, Luna was finally going to taste cereal for the first time. She levitated a spoon carefully and scooped out a mix of the floating flakes drenched in milk and pulled it to her lips. She slipped it into her mouth and then slid it back out, leaving it clean. She chewed for a few seconds as the room went silent in solemn observance of this phenomena.
After several moments of tasting, Luna set the spoon back in the bowl and said only one thing. “I thank thou for thine efforts, even though I am disappointed at how” she paused for a moment as though to collect her thoughts before finally continuing with “how bland this is.”
Either Brown’s princess is in another castle or these are truly the feelings of Princess Luna. If he were a stronger and more courageous colt, these would have been her last words.
“I see, princess. How foolish of me. I shall fetch you something else, post haste!”
Luna dismissed this notion with a wave of her hoof. “No need. I asked for cereal and I received cereal. Well done, good mister Brown Bobby. Aside from this, it is the noon and I really should be getting some sleep.”
Brown nodded and returned to the kitchen. He had one job and he did it. Yet another day Brown Bobby is not fired. With his shift done for the day, he collected his belongings and prepared to go back to his home. But before he did this, he knew that it would be best for him to wish luck to the lunch chef. So he looked around the kitchen only to see the poor mare who seemed a mite perturbed.
“Pardon me miss, are you alright?”
As though her home had been violated, the mare brandished a knife at the stallion in what could now be designated her kitchen. Even if it wasn’t hers, who would argue? She has a knife!
“Who are you?!”
Brown stumbled backwards to keep his distance. He was going to stammer out an excuse, maybe a pseudonym in case this crazed mare tried to hunt him down, but he was a bit on the scared side. “Brown Bobby, Castle Breakfast Chef Master!”
The mare replaced the knife onto one of the counters, though still seemed to be oddly tense. She muttered out an apology and her name, though Brown couldn’t be bothered to listen to this until after she put the knife down. But by the time she did she was mid-sentence in something or other. “-And so that brings me to why I must seem a bit frizzled. You see, I’ve only one job and I’d like to see it through to the end, and I need it to support my family, and I’d love to make the princess happy but I’m not prepared for what I’m to do.”
“And you are to?”
“Princess Luna asked me to make a bean burrito. It seems I have none of the ingredients to prepare due to the oversight and undersight of my assistants.”
Every pony in Equestria has it in them to offer help to those in need, to rescue their fellow pony from danger and discomfort, especially if it is at no personal cost. Brown was out the door in five seconds flat.
The End.
Author's Note
Coffee tables exist to obliterate the shin bones of ponies.
