A Derpy Tale

“Somehow, I think, Princess Sunshine possessed Derpy!” shouted Durpy.

“I was going to say something else but, go on,” said Cyrus.

Durpy knew it was obvious.

“Princess Sunshine knew that the dobolins were going to catch me, and that I was going to bump into you and Bob. Don’t ask me how in Derplandia she knows, but she just did. Then, she possessed Derpy, and enchanted her to tell me that she needed the muffin back! The muffin was never Derpy’s; we’re going into a trap!”

Cyrus’ eyes widened to the size of a full-grown Dingmellow.

“Then why aren’t we turning back? We can’t let anybody get hurt!” shouted Cyrus.

“Because,” started Durpy.
“If we don’t go, we can’t stop your aunt. If we turn back, she’ll do something terrible to Derplandia, maybe even another realm!”

Cyrus nodded.

“I don’t think so though.” He said.

“Why not?” asked Durpy, leaning on the tree.

“Well, why did she possess Derpy? I mean, she could have chosen any other Pegasus in Derplandia, but why her?” protested Cyrus.

“But maybe it was just bad luck. Maybe she drew a name randomly, and out of luck, Derpy was chosen,” Said Durpy.

Cyrus said,

“I don’t think so. Maybe you have something of hers; something that belongs to my aunt. I think she either wants it back, or maybe she just wants it because she’s greedy.”

“I didn’t take anything!” exclaimed Durpy.

“But what do you have, that no one else in Derplandia has?” asked Cyrus.

Durpy was stumped. What did she have?

“I’m a Dinky,” said Durpy.

Cyrus nodded.

“She wants me,” Said Durpy.

“But what for?”

Durpy and Cyrus tried to explain their theory to Bob over the next two hours. Bob, as it just had to turn out, sometimes has problems hearing. He said it was because of his triangle-shaped ears since he was a dobolin. It went something like this:

Durpy: Bob, Bob! We have big news!

Bob: You have big shoes? Should I make you a new one?

Cyrus: No, not shoes; news! We think we found out something about the muffin of awesomeness!

Bob: News? About what?

Durpy: The muffin! The one we are trying to find!

Bob: We’re trying to hide a muffin! Why did no one tell me?

Cyrus: Seriously Bob, listen up!

Bob: Huh? Okay I am listening.

Durpy: Bob is listening as well as a hedgehog eating raspberries!

Bob: Yes, my grandmother is a blueberry.

Cyrus: What?

Bob was not very good at hearing. Durpy and Cyrus finally explained it to Bob, and Bob went,

“Ohhh!”

Cyrus slapped his tail on the ground.

“So are we off to my aunt’s home?” asked Cyrus.

Durpy nodded. Cyrus took out an old-looking paper, which was actually a map. It was drawn in dark red ink, and had a big X over near a pond. Durpy was staring at the X.

“Don’t ask,” said Cyrus.

He pointed to a small little dot marked in the center of the Small Forest.

“That’s where Crixie Hollow is. It will only be a day and we’ll get there. We only have one problem. Well, actually, two,” said Cyrus.

“What is the problem?” asked Durpy.

“It’s really bad, you see. We have to pass through a cavern full of wild Question Marks. If we don’t go through the cavern, we can’t get to the upside-down waterfall, where Crixie Hollow is. But you guys know that Question Marks―” started Cyrus.

“Don’t remind me,” said Durpy.

“What is the next problem?” asked Bob.

Cyrus took a deep breath and said,

“Guarding the upside-down waterfall, is a guardian who doesn't let anyone pass. The guardian only lets them pass if they kill the guardian, tell one of their deepest and darkest secrets, or sacrifice something you love.”

Durpy gasped.

“That is so mean!” protested Bob.

“Yep,” said Cyrus.

He pointed in the direction of the cavern full with Question Marks and said,

“Let’s rock,”