The Mane Problem

Chapter 3

“So, umm... What's a cupcake again?” Mkuu asked, after Pinkie had finished explaining her elaborate plan to get the Pride Lands smiling.
She had decided to just throw a big party, using much confetti and baking vanila cupcakes, as chocalate would hurt many animals.
But Mkuu, not knowing much about the Equestrian lifestyle, had been confused, as he had already asked what a 'party', 'chocalate' and 'vanilla' were.
“It's a food that you bake.” Pinkie explained.
“Bake?” The prince asked.
“Put in an oven?”
“Oven?”
“Something that makes things warm.” Pinkie said, and there was a small bit of silence until...
“What's confetti?” Mkuu asked.
“You know, maybe we should try a different plan.” Pinkie said, realizing the rest of the animals might be more confused than happy.
“What if we tried to make them happy one at a time?” Mkuu suggested.
“Might take some time.” Pinkie pointed out.
“Yeah,” Mkuu sighed. This wasn't going very well.
“Ooh, how about we sing a song?” Pinkie suggested.
“You seem to already know the way things work around here.” Mkuu sarcastically stated.
“I do? Gee, I still thought I had a lot more to learn.”
“No, Pinkie. I mean that people seem to spontaneously break into song and dance around here sometimes.”
“Did your grandparents do that?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Do they have any interesting stories? 'Cause they could probably make that into a Broadway musical! Ooh, and maybe they could give Zazu a really good song, and...”
“Pinkie, I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“So? You don't know much about me do you?”
“No.”
“Great, well I'll tell you where it all started. I was born on a rock farm...”

Damien was starting to get tired of Angel tracking behind. But Angel wasn't very strong or smart, so he couldn't blame him. In fact, he stood only about five foot two, which wasn't bad for a teenager. He was scrawny, with brown eyes and thick black hair. The eyes were covered up by a pair of glasses.

Damien, on the other hand, was five foot six, despite being only a year older than Angel. He had short, red hair and dark blue eyes. He had a rather rough build and a face that many girls found cute.

They were both wearing the same thing, Safari hats with boots, beige pants and a beige shirt. Not exactly the best for hunting, as they were regular boots, pants and shirts, but it would do.
“Will you hurry up?” Damien yelled to his hunting partner.
“I'm sorry, but I'm tired!” Angel complained.
“Look, I just gotta make a quick hunting round, and we can go back home. First two animals I see, then we can go home and-”
“Watch the Hub?”
Damien looked at his partner curiously. He had a hard time understanding him sometimes.
“Right, sure. I'll just find those animals.” Damien answered.
This land was as strange to him as Angel. No, strike that, nothing measured up to Angel, but it was a close second.
That's when he saw the two animals. One lion, and one purple pony...

“I don't get it, weather just works in your country?” Twilight asked.
“Yeah.” Simba said, wondering more about her world than his own.
“And things just grow?”
“Yeah.”
“And animals take care of themselves?”
“Yeah.”
These questions were starting to annoy Simba. He hoped he could just get home soon, and get it over with. Suddenly, a bullet whizzed right over them. It didn't touch either of them, and they barely took notice.

But the hunter was much more serious, and he had to get these two animals. Angel might've been able to help him, but Damien had never seen him pick up a gun. Then again, they hadn't known each other for very long...

But above all other thoughts were, I'm not stopping until I have hunted those two