Manehatten Misshap

The flight (yes, I'm a Pegasus) home took what felt like days. I was so happy with myself.

I fumbled with the keys for what again felt like days.

I rush through the door, into Fruitcake's room and give her the biggest hug of her life.

“Hey!” she coughs “I know you didn't like your walk but violence is not the answer.”

I pull her back “No I didn't like the walk, I loved it.” I say, beaming.

“Pray-tell.” she says eagerly.

“It's all the same!” I shout. “The SAME!”

“Huh?”

“That's why I have writers block, cause there's nothing to write about!”

Still confused.

“Duke?” she says cautiously.

“Yeh?”

“Remember when I told you not to eat those mushrooms you found?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Did you eat them?”

I look at her for a second. Then I burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

“No Fruity, I didn't even get that far.” I say joyfully.

“Alright then,” She replies. “Whats gotten you so worked up with all this sameness and whatnot.”

“Don't you see, I've already written about the trees and the birds and all that stuff.” I say. “I need new things to write about!”

Thinking ahead of me as she so annoyingly does. “So where do you plan to go?”

“Well, Fruitcake,” I say, happy as can be. “What's the music capitol of Equestria?”

“Duke, I just bake cakes,” she says. “How the hay would I know?”

“Manehatten!”