Death POV

Well that happened, it seems that these 'ponies' as they call them selves don't eat meat and are entirely vegetarian as it seems. 'Great' I thought 'I have to go get more food'. It's not that I don't eat vegetables it's that there really hard to find this time of year.

"well may as well try", I said to no one in particular "besides I need the vegetables too"

As I continued trying and failing miserably to find carrots in the dead of winter like any sane person would do. In my walking I couldn't help but wonder were that pony person Charley came from. By the looks of her I say she was from one of the cities that dot the place and was flying to a village and got lot out here. 'Poor soul' I thought so far away from home and only a creepy hooded guy for company until she finds a way out of here and not get killed in the process. My thinking was rudely interrupted when the bastard child of a lion, bat, and scorpion walked into mine and I walked into his line of sight.
Now five years ago I would of crapped my pants in pure fear, that was until I realized that I'm the most dangeres thing in this blasted forest and could kill anything with just a touch of my hands. This particular um a.......thing knew that and was 'shacking in his boots' so to speak as it must of been in that pack that I completely annihilated in my third outing. This creature seemed to remember quite vividly of said account and an like the wind screaming like that girl who was pretending to be a guy when I first appeared.

Somewhere else entirely

Harts Oats felt his man hood get insulted and felt inadequate compared to even the lowliest of men he then spent the rest of his natural born life scrapbooking, taking needle point, and battling fire timber wolves to the death in order to prove his great manliness

Back to the forest with thee

I had finally found some vegetables and was going back to my cabin in the woods. When I got back I noticed that Charley was outside waiting for me or something like that. Her ears perked up and she turned my way, seeing what was in my hands she smiled and went inside I fallowed suit and found the she had set the table and relit the fire. I looked at the table and saw that she did some weird things with my forks, spoons, and knives it looked kinda like this
She had taken the vegetables I had gathered and was cutting them up and putting them into a pot full water, she was also humming some tune to this. I felt kind of awkward just sitting there not knowing what to do to help her as I did not feel hungry at that moment and she was putting some weird stuff into the stew, like hay and were those oats or is my mind playing tricks on me again. uhhhhh this is going to be weird.

Celestias POV

After I made my stew I poured me and drake a bowl and served him and sat down and started to eat. When I looked up I noticed tat he was just staring at the bowl like it was the weirdest thing in the world to him.

"you don't like your soup"
"what....oh no its not that its just..."
"just what" I inquired.
"just that I can't eat this"
"why"
"I don't think my stomach would like it"
"nonsense eat"
"No thank you"
"come on it can't be that bad for you"
"I threw up last time I ate this stuff"
"really prove it"
"I will"

He got a spoonful and shoved the hole thing into his mouth, reverscicoligy for the win. He started chewing and then swallowed, he looked up and my proud smirk plastered on my face. I was about to ask how it tasted when I heard a low growling coming from his stomach his hand went striate to where his face was and I guess was covering his mouth (hood covering his face and all) and ran outside and started spewing like a volcano.
'Well his going to be weird' I thought

Author's Note

sorry for the long wait had a ton of projects to do and were testing this week. ohh and I got a computer today go me