The fire burned with a rage like no other. It hissed, it howls, and roared with this rage. It burned to be free of its earthly bonds. A snap, crackle, and pop later and it saw its way one step closer to the freedom it thirsted for. Wood, it laughed, wood could not stand it my way. The beam fell,leaving only a precarious mish mash behind in its wake. Wood would not stand in the way.
Thump, crash!
The party was thumping, thumping thumping. The beat, the hooves, everything was born of a chaotic rhythm. Chaos defined it but still all were following Everypony was dazed for days, had been dazed for days, and will be dazed for days.
Thump.
There was a beat and there wasn’t. That particular thump was a member of the wasn’t and was not party, slogan never keep trying.Their primary focus group consisted of the donkey population.
