Very, Very, Very Short Stories

"C'mon, kid. Just one sip of this elixir, and any mare you could ever want is yours!"

"We'll also give you a one bit off discount!"

The two tall, yellow earth ponies stared, longingly at Noteworthy, smiling hard, pleading smiles. Noteworthy sighed. "And you're certain this will get mares to like me?"

"Absolutely!" said the one with the mustache.

"It might also work on other ponies," said the other.

"Want that promotion?"

"Drink some of this before you leave the house, and your boss might just have made a soft spot for you."

"That jacket you've always wanted too expensive."

"After a sip of this the store owner might just put it on sale!"

"Well all right." Noteworthy handed the stallions the thirty bits they were asking for. "If mares'll start to like me, then, it's worth a shot." He smiled.

~Two Years Later~

Noteworthy cried. On a bench. In the rain. With a bag on his head. And no food. And no marefriend. And a piece of newspaper as his only protection.

"Why don't they like me?"