Super Duper Ponyville Holiday

Bob and Stacy, now in clean clothes, walked up a dirt path with trees surrounding them on both sides of the path. Stacy’s collar was flipped up so it was wrapped all the way around his neck, making it appear as if he had no chin at all.

The two took time to look at the soft sunlight through the trees or the hills and forest up ahead. Their eyes shimmered at the majesty the world had to offer them, completely entranced as any negative thought was removed from their minds.

As they continued their hike, they came across a schoolyard, the sounds of colts and fillies laughing and screaming in merriment wafting through the branches and leaves. Without a change in their expressions, Bob and Stacy marched up the path towards the red building.

The two stopped themselves at the short gate of the establishment, watching carefully at the innocence of children in progress. It was then that they both heard the cackling laughter of what sounded like bullies. Despite the odd stares of the other foals who had finally noticed them, the two stepped over the gate and towards the sounds of the bullies’ laughter.

Near the front of the school’s building, a pink filly with a purple-and-white mane and tail and a grey filly with a light-grey mane and tail pointed and laughed at a white unicorn filly with a purple-and-pink mane and an orange pegasus filly with a purple mane and tail. The latter two fillies sulked away as the former two clopped their front hooves together and slammed the sides of their rumps against each other in victory.

They then sensed the shadows of Bob and Stacy looming over them, and looking up, they saw them looking down at them with their lips puckered up and pushed out like an apes. The pink filly cocked her head to the side, confused by what their purpose was. Bob lifted his hand up and wagged his finger at the two of them. The pink pony, even more confused, squinted at Bob and sneered.
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Bob and Stacy looked up at the pink and grey filly as they were hung by their necks from a pair of nooses that were tied around a branch of a tree that grew just outside the school, their bodies swaying limply in the breeze. The other fillies scattered like cockroaches for their lives as Bob and Stacy admired their deed as if they were looking at a rare and expensive painting. Looking at each other and nodding, the two of them turned back towards their original path and towards the forest.