In A Gadda Da Zebra

by 20percentCujo

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Slice of Life
Length: 1326

A very rhythmic zebra mare rambles about her everyday life, while constantly sticking to her signature style of narration.

In the beginning, there was a zebra.

Traveling far away from her homeland, she went of to seek the creations and mysteries within another part of the world, vastly unknown to her kin. However, in order to make these discoveries, she preferred living in a forest from settling among the locals.

Go figure.

A reclusive nature, combined with an exotic exterior and an uncommon style of talking have given Zecora a reputation more fierce than welcoming. Which didn't exactly help connecting with those creatures called ponies. It took time for them to accept each other, but now that she's an accepted member of the community, her daily life doesn't seem to confront her with any dangerous missions or awkward encounters.

Unless, y'know, a giant monster comes to town or something.

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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-13 23:20:01 UTC

From Start to Finish

I'll tell you a tale of a day I once had,

much like any other, with joy it was met.

No longer my sight any mare or colt fled,

yet still I know not just why I feel so sad.

I woke in the morning, the eastern sun grew,

got up, brushed my teeth, as I usually do.

A splash of cold water in my face and mane

helped cleaning myself better than any rain.

I spent a while thinking about my last spell,

including algae and mahogany smell.

Which roamed my hut ever since yesterday night

through certain mistakes; I did not plan that right.

A scowl at the thought I produced; turned around,

and came to face with the shelf, on which I found

some smaller containers, expected to hold

my breakfast ingredients, here to behold.

Alas! I remembered how my last of foods

got lately replaced by a few dirty roots.

These were for a potion I wanted to brew.

But gone were the cornflakes, and gone the late stew.

I realized now there was no point in trying

to search for things that I'd been cooking or frying.

My day filled with studies replaced by a frown,

it seemed first I needed to head into town.

No five minutes later, my mane still a mess,

I stepped out my home with a bit of distress.

Three things to return here I needed, you see:

Some cereal, oatmeal, milk, respectively.

The forest's sensations for my senses rushed,

the smells, sounds, and visuals not scattered nor hushed.

The birds had awoken, and chirped things to say,

the critters below they had come out to play.

And only my stomach ignored this and rumbled,

while still at my earring distracted I fumbled.

It looked somewhat loose, which I needed to fix,

so it won't mess up with the market square's mix.

Am I making sense? I hope you understand me.

But should words seem puzzling, don't wait to amend me.

I now left the woods, stepping to the sun's light,

bearing down on me with Celestia's might.

Scooped over a hill and then quickly passed by

the lovely green cottage of kind Fluttershy.

Judging from the silence she wasn't at home,

and I asked myself then, just where might she roam?

Most likely she went into town with another

whoever that was, well, but why should I bother?

Deciding I would learn about it in time,

I headed on further, not losing my rhyme.

There was a small distance to cover from here

up to the first buildings, my way was all clear.

But reaching the outskirts loud rumblings I heard

like those from an earthquake, which sounded absurd.

Whatever it was though, it couldn't mean well

even in this town it was weird, I could tell.

Scratching my chin, deep in thought I then wondered,

the latest days' news to remember I pondered

through all of my mind back and forward, to say:

Wasn't those two donkeys' wedding today?

Zecora you fool, I thought, now in light trot,

united two souls this day, still you forgot.

The one most important of days which they lived,

and still you've not even yet cared for a gift.

But first I considered to learn of that roar,

which surely was something I'd not heard before.

And thus advanced further into the streets' net,

though surely it soon would be to my regret.

Now, some minutes later the town's market square

opened up before me, I looked around - there!

I could not believe simply what I did see.

A six-legged bear that looked like a huge bee.

The question of Fluttershy's whereabouts answered

itself, seeing her and her friends how they ransacked

the monstrous beast with, oh, so much at stake.

And also there stood Pinkie serving them...cake?

It all had its upsides, the uproar they spurted

for all of the market itself lay deserted.

Now, I didn't mind, what I needed, I took,

but left bits for payment; I am not a crook.

After a few minutes I finished my list,

the gift for the wedding something I still missed.

It's all so much simpler without all the fuss

about every purchase and price to discuss.

Returning to where I had just now come from,

I noticed the attack was still going on.

The monster threw Rainbow Dash off, casually,

as a mare named Sparkler looked up and asked "Me?"

Matilda the donkey was whom she addressed,

and needless to say they did both look distressed.

The day of her wedding and now these bad news,

I don't think I'd want to stand within her horseshoes.

I looked around now, saw the mailmare approach

three ponies who probably could help her bunch.

But instead of showing themselves more profound

they just screamed "The horror!" and fell to the ground.

I then arched an eyebrow across the whole scene

to give it a skeptic look, or so I mean.

It all seemed to strange, so sudden, unreal.

About this I wasn't so sure how to feel.

It hardly did matter, I got what I came for

without any knowledge on bugbears in store.

There's no way to help them, I thought with a frown

it's never much fun just to let others down.

But get into danger instead of the former?

I'd rather seek shelter at Sugarcube Corner,

and get a quick snack, being already here

although this time Pinkie was absent, I fear.

To my luck, however, the Cakes stayed inside

preparing their gift for today's lucky bride.

Which was a great cake, and three layers high

and though not an expert, I found it divine.

They had nothing else on the menu today,

safe for empty teacups and badges of hay.

This cake, as it seemed, taken up all their time

it left neither muffins nor some decent rhyme.

But smiling, I told them this won't make me grieve,

then bade my goodbyes, and made ready to leave.

But when I arrived at the door with good pace,

it burst open, only to smash in my face.

I felt dizzy quickly and then staggered back,

and spotted a cream-coated mare in my track.

She took off her shades, looked round and repeated

some earlier statement on bugbears defeated.

I still felt confused for a moment quite brief,

but followed up quick with a sigh of relief.

And trotted outside then, no evil expecting

with only loud music that still felt distracting.

But where did it come from, did I ask myself

got launched to the air, landed on some shelf.

Now trapped on large speakers, I only could stare

alongside me many a stallion and mare.

Our vehicle then hit a rock, as it tilted

and back in the air thereby us catapulted.

I sailed through a window of our town's hall,

about at the apex, between rise and fall.

Despite expectations, I perfectly blended

myself to a window's frame, and then descended

onto an elevated box, where I landed

on all of my four hooves at once, how splendid.

And contrary to just what I had expected;

the others all crashing outside and neglected,

each one ended up in the seats they selected

like magic or of the like kept them protected.

My sanity hereby got put to the test

however the wedding was standard at best.

Two donkeys at last were united in love

which does not fit my taste, and thus I shoved off.

Back into the forest, back home did I stroll,

and somewhat exhausted, the day took it's toll.

My saddlebags both were filled up to the top

my brewing of potions no more at a stop.

This day I considered to be a success,

although we might have had a bit of a mess.

I cooked what was needed, no reason to fret,

and still don't I know just why I feel so sad.