The Adventures of Butter Biscuit

by Snapplejack

The Ticket Master/Plumbing With Ponies

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"Ok, I think I.. got.. it " a loud clank and pop rung through out the room as the stubborn slip nut came lose and flung across the kitchen floor. With a grunt Butter Biscuit started to back out from under her kitchen sink but with a painful jolt realized her main had been caught in some adhesive. She was trapped....

Two and a half hours had passed since Butter Biscuit had had been reduced to her uncomfortable, smelly fate under the sink. She had tried everything she could think of trying to get out, she had gently pulled, tried to reach scissors in the cabinet and tried to find gunk remover, a task made much harder by the fact her head was stuck facing up staring at the bottom of her sink.

A few minutes later sompony out on the street started yelling about bats and sarsaparilla before multiple voices descended in to a shouting match finally being stopped by a single voice shouting for the others to be silent.

As time passed and the suns passed by her window Butter Biscuit began to contemplate the mean of her life, what it all meant and where she was going. Rain came and went bet she was without motion, unrelenting, a rock in the storm of the cosmos. She was so close, she almost had it-"Yo Butter Biscuit, you home?" came a shout from outside her front door.

"Just a minute," she shouted back "I', almost done." And she was, she was so close to comprehending everything there was and everything the ever will be, she know it.

"Are you going to let me in?", "No!" she thought, she was not ready.

"When you said you needed help with your plumbing yesterday I thought you might be a bit more enthusiastic about some help."

"Yes yes, it was nothing," she said with an irritated tone, "by all means come in"

With a soft hum and click the door swung open propelled by magic. As Butter Biscuit listened to the visitor come toward her and stop at the door frame at the entrance the her kitchen and with one hoof motioned to a drawer at the far end of the room.

"hay, Mystic radiance, sorry about that," Butter Biscuit was blushing softly but it could not be seen under the sink, "can you please hoof me some scissors?"

Mystic radiance raised and eye brow and trotted over to the drawer, got out the scissors and brought them back to Butter Biscuit. "Here you go," she said, "So tell me how you got in to this one." Mystic radiance said with a vaguely patronizing tone.

"Oh it's nothing," Butter Biscuit replied with a few grunts as she carefully cut her self lose, struggling to use the scissors with her hoofs.

"So want me to fix this now?" Mystic radiance asked.

"Yea, ok." was BB's only responds.

The pipes popped and squeaked and soon the plumbing was fixed leaving Butter Biscuit to her own thoughts. "Wow, what a day!" was one of many of the aforementioned thoughts that swirled in her mind as she went to sleep.