Tragic Tales of Hindhoof Fallout

The followers of Omseh were elated. They were having their daily service. They were elated because the priest was going to talk about the recent sweat water flood they all survived. Father Fred stood at his podium.

“Glory to Omseh!” he shouted.

“Glory to Omseh!” the members shouted back.

“My brothers and sisters.” the priest said. “The flood we survived was powerful. Our devotion to Omseh was what shielded us from the wrath he inflicted on the nonbelievers. Our offerings to the great Omseh are not in vain! One day soon, he will deliver us to paradise. We must keep our faith!” He took a moment to calm himself before continuing. “Now. The great Omseh has brought a new city to his land. We must make our plan to welcome them. We-.”

Before Father Fred could continue, a loud rumbling had emerged. It was much louder than anything they had heard. With overwhelming curiosity, everyone made their way outside. The sky was not the yellow that normally came with rumbling. In the distance, a great white wall of water was rapidly approaching. Father Fred ran to the front of everyone.

“This is it my brothers and sisters!” he shouted. “They day has come! This is the great flood to wash away the nonbelievers! This is the flood that will deliver us to paradise! Let us all shout our praises to the heavens! Praise Omseh!”

“Praise Omseh!” the small crowd shouted. They shouted over and over as the water approached. Parents picked up their children as to not lose them to the water. They all shouted their praises as some of them were knocked over by the rush of water. They continued as their church crumbled away from the crashing waves. They didn’t stop as some of their own were swept away by the water. They continued to shout, even as the water filled their lungs. ‘Praise Omseh’ were the last words on their breath.

***

Tomson happily hummed a tune. He was scrubbing away at his hoofshoes. Blueberry stains lifted away. Marks of sweat disappeared with the soapy water. Non-existent pebbles were now gone. He had really been neglecting this. It was nice to finally get his hoofshoes cleaned up.

After a few minutes of scrubbing, inspecting, and rescrubbing, the deed was done. He gave them a quick rinse. He was gonna just leave them on the counter to dry. However, it was a nice day outside. Leaving them on the porch was a good plan. The yellow horse scooped all four hoofshoes up in his forelegs. He walked to the front door with his hind legs. It was very weird to do, but it was worth it. He was a one trip only kind of pony. At his front porch, he carefully laid them out on the porch table he never used. Now he was back on all fours.

It was a nice sunny day out. Though the sunshine disappeared for a moment as a breezie flew overhead. The breezie was as big as his bungalow. It was a common sight in the Micro District of Neightowne Heights. The micro pony loved this neighborhood. It was nice to have a living area that was made up of ponies that were a similar size. He used to live in the main area of the city mixed with normal-sized ponies. It wasn’t the most comfy living around such massive giants that barely noticed your presence. He couldn’t imagine living in that situation any longer.