My Little Trix
When a cop crashes into a smuggler's car, what he finds in the wreckage is more than anyone's ever expected: arrogant unicorn filly barely clinging to life.
In the smoldering wreckage of a smuggler's car stood a baby animal, probably no older than a couple of days—weeks—how should I know?
All that I need to know is, I can't leave it here to die.
But something about it just irks me.
Maybe it's the horn.
Or the fact that this animal belongs in a fictional show?
My Little Dashie is a one of big reasons why I became a fanfiction "author", that fic is an all time classic and a tear jerker.
I'm not much of a crier myself, but I found my face brimming with tears because of that work of brillant fiction.
So this is in respect and tribute to the story and the author.
I'm not much of a crier myself, but I found my face brimming with tears because of that work of brillant fiction.
So this is in respect and tribute to the story and the author.
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