Izzy Moonbow trotted happily up the road toward the Cloverleaf home. Her besty, Sunny Starscout, had told her where Sprout lived, before she went off to do her smoothie stand for the day. She had said that she wanted to be alone right now, due to all the shit that was going on with Zipp being arrested and then being sent home. With Pipp going with her as well.

She also suggested that Izzy should go find Sprout and see how he is doing. After being assaulted by two of his employees, he may need to somepony to talk to. To be there for him.

To look at his cute face. To touch his blonde mane. To, maybe, get to know him more.

Izzy blushed at those thoughts. She didn’t know why she felt so giddy thinking about Sprouty like that, but she just did. Thinking about him made her feel…happy. A super happy Izzy.

She also couldn’t deny that she felt super sad for him too. She knew he didn’t kill that mare on the beach, and yet he was blamed for it. And by one of her best friends, Zipp Storm. After hearing Pipp's rant about "Cancel Culture" and the "Dark Side of the Internet", she even feared for his life. What if she was right? What if Sprout couldn't go anywhere anymore? What if he couldn't leave his home without getting harassed or assaulted by other ponies? It just wasn't fair for him.

What she knew that he needed above all else, was a friend. A friend who he could count on and rely on. Somepony who he knew would have his back. Of course, Hitch and Sunny fit that category. They grew up with Sprout. So, obviously they would be considered ponies who would have his back.

Izzy wanted to be that too. She wanted to let him know that she was there for him too. She wanted to make him see that she would be there for somepony to talk too. Maybe, a shoulder to cry on.

She thought about all of these things as she eventually realized that she was headed toward her destination. The Cloverleaf household. She smiled in excitement as she walked toward the front door. However, just before she took a few more steps up the walkway, the door opened and out popped a pink coated, blonde maned earth pony mare, around her early fifties. Izzy remembered who this was. This was Sprout's mother. Phyllis Cloverleaf.

"Hi, Mrs. Cloverleaf." Izzy called out, while happily waving to her, which caused her to glance her way.

Phyllis took one look at the unicorn mare. She remembered this mare. The one who, pretty much, started everything in bringing the pony races back. Bringing magic back.

And the type of pony that she made her son, her Sugercube, fear for his life. The one she was wrong about. Another reason why she was now alone.

Izzy noticed the look on Phyllis' face. Since she could read a pony's sparkle, she saw it clear as day that Phyllis was miserable, sad and depressed. Even physically, she just didn't look like herself.

Izzy ran up toward her. "Hey, are you feeling okay? What's wrong?" She asked, sounding genuinely concerned for her.

Phyllis just brushed past her, not saying a word. Looking miserable and depressed. Izzy went after her.

"Mrs. Cloverleaf, is Sprouty home?" She asked, walking next to her.

Phyllis stopped in her tracks and looked at her with a look that, on the outside, appeared to be a blank expression. However, Izzy read her sparkle and saw that her misery and sadness were still there. She was holding in her emotions.

"No. He's not. Not anymore." Phyllis said, her voice cracking a little bit. Izzy looked confused.

"What do you mean?" She asked her.

"I mean, he moved out last night. He doesn't want anything to do with me anymore." She said, again keeping herself in control.

Izzy looked shocked. "What? That can't be right. Sprouty loves you."

"I'm not so sure anymore." Phyllis said, her voice appearing to be close to breaking.

Izzy felt bad for her. She wanted to just give her a big hug. To let her know that it was okay.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Cloverleaf. I had no idea. I came over, because I wanted to see if Sprouty was okay. You know, after he got assaulted and learning of his brother and--"

"You know?!" Phyllis yelled, cutting Izzy off. Which startled her.

"Uh, well, I-I uhh..." She stammered a little bit, as she saw that Phyllis looked incredibly angry now. She didn't mean to offend her or anything. She just said what she knew.

"Answer me now, Miss Moonbow." Phyllis said in an intimidating way.

Izzy gulped. "Uh, yeah. Me, Sunny, Pipp and Zipp. We all know. We were all there when Sprouty's test results came back. We were all surprised to hear you have another so--"

"That THING is NOT my son!" Phyllis yelled at her, causing Izzy to shrink in her hooves. She hadn't seen her, or any mare look this mad before.

"Sprout is my son. Not that THING I gave birth to all those year's ago. That THING is an abomination. You hear me? That THING is NOT my son." She angrily and intimidatingly told Izzy, who was shrinking more and more to the gound. Izzy nodded in fear.

Phyllis took a deep breath, calming herself down, and got out of Izzy's face. Izzy got back up in fear, not wanting to piss off Phyllis even more.

"I don't know for sure where my Sugercube is, but if I had to guess, he's probably staying with Bella and Vinny. They live next to the pizza place they own. The Firepit Pizza. We're like family with them. If you want to see him, he's probably there." She said, with an unhappy look on her face.

As Phyllis walked away, Izzy said to her, "I'm sorry if I made you mad, Mrs. Cloverleaf. I didn't know your other son was a sore subject."

Phyllis turned back to her with an angry glare.

"But, I do care about Sprouty. He apologized to me after his giant machine of doom. He even apologized to Zipp and Pipp too. Your son is really sorry about everything. He doesn't deserve to be in this situation. And, I want to help him. I really do." She said, in a sympathetic tone toward her.

Phyllis' glare didn't receed from her face.

"And, if you ever wanna talk, I'm here too. And so are all my friends."

Phyllis closed her eyes and sighed for a quick minute. "You could never understand. And I don't think you ever will." She said, now turning away and walking toward her destination.

Izzy looked on in sadness and sympathy for Mrs. Cloverleaf, before she trotted in the direction of the Firepit Pizza place. Hopefully, Sprouty was there.

As if her day couldn't start out worse enough. Phyllis cursed under her breath. Why did Izzy have to know about that THING she had so many years ago? Why did her and, apparently, all her friends have to know too? Would it only be a matter of time before so many other ponies find out too?

While she thought about all these things in her head, she couldn't help but notice that, as she was walking toward Canterlogic, there were a few ponies who were looking at her. Some just staring. Some even glaring. Some shaking their heads at her.

She wasn't gonna let them get to her. Let them stare. They don't know ANYTHING about what all is going on. Screw them.

"Look, there's Mrs. Cloverleaf." She heard somepony whisper to somepony else. Her hearing was pretty good for her age. She turned and saw it was two earth pony mares. They didn't see her, but she saw them.

"I wonder how she feels about Sprout killing that mare." One of them said.

"Hmph. I feel she's just as much to blame. She shouldn't have been a Mom." The other one said.

"Do you think she even cares?"

"Probably not. She's just a rich bitch. She's probably a slut too that gets around with other stallions. You can do that when you have money."

Phyllis wanted to go over there right now and beat the shit outta those two little bitches. How DARE they! How fucking DARE they! They have NO right to say things like that when they don't even know her. Especially her sugercube. She wanted to go over there, slap both of them, and tell them to keep her son's name out of their FUCKING MOUTHS!

Several other ponies probably feel that way too. They just don't say it. At least, out in public. Her employess probably feel that way too. They definetely say shit about her son. Maybe even her too.

With all her anger seething, she turned and walked toward Canterlogic. Those bitches weren't even worth it. She has more important things to do right now. Which is running her business.

She eventually made it to Canterlogic. She used her key card to enter her premises.

"'Morning, Mrs. Cloverleaf." Said a dark purple coated stallion, with a light brown mane. The stallion looked to be around Phyllis’ age, maybe just a little bit older. For his age, he actually looked pretty decent. Age had apparently been on his side, unlike most ponies who reach their early fifties.

Anyway, this stallion was currently pushing a cart with a bunch of cleaning supplies on it toward one of the bathrooms in the main lobby. So, he was obviously a janitor for this place.

"Hello Reggie." Phyllis said in a low and uninteresting tone. Not even sharing a passing glance with him. As she continued to walk past him, this Reggie looked confused at his boss' behavior. Normally, she was in a relatively good mood. She'd say good morning to him in a sweet, upbeat way. Here, it was like she woke up on the wrong side of the bed, went back, and the same result happened.

Overall, she didn’t look to be in a good mood. It would be wise to stay out of her way. You never know if something could really piss her off.

Phyllis walked through the working area where everypony was working. Each one saying “Good Morning Mrs. Cloverleaf” as she passed them. And in such a happy mood as well.

Was it because they actually felt that way, or was it because her son wasn’t here now? They probably don’t know that Sprout quit. But, even if they didn’t, they might just be happy to NOT see him in today.

Phyllis let out a frustrating groan. She needed a cup of coffee. So, she headed straight to the break room to make a good cup of Joe. However, as she was walking toward that very room, she heard voices coming from there. It sounded like a male and a female talking in there.

“Did you see what happened to Sprout yesterday, Kodiak?” The female voice said. Her tone came across as more serious and concerning. As for the male…well….

“Ha. Yeah, I did, Judy. Oscar and Sal decided to give that little bitch the beating he deserved. Especially after he murdered that mare on the beach.” He said with the most arrogant, conceited tone you would ever hear.

Phyllis chose now to stay put. She wanted to listen to what this guy has to say about her son. Let’s hear him run his mouth.

“We don’t know FOR SURE, yet. Honestly, I think Zipp just randomly accused him. Without any evidence or proof.”

“Are you defending that loser?”

“No, I don’t like him either. But, I don’t think it was right of Oscar and Sal to flat out assault some pony. They probably are gone from here now.”

“Heh. Maybe. But, hey, at least Sprout got his ass kicked. I wish I would’ve been there.” Kodiak laughed.

Phyllis had heard enough now. It was time.

“Oh, do you now?” She said out loud, walking into the break room.

The stallion froze. The arrogant tone that matched the look on his face was now changed into a look of terror. He just insulted his boss’s son and she heard every word.

Judy just shook her head in disgust at him, while she muttered, “Idiot.”

“Uh, G-G-Good M-Morning, Mrs. Cloverleaf. Nice weather we’re having, eh?” Kodiak said to her, trying to get himself out of this very BAD situation.

“Indeed we are. Unfortunately, I don’t think the weather is good enough to make me unhear what you just said.” She told him, getting closer to him, making him shrink.

“Oh, come on Mrs. Cloverleaf, I was just joking arou—“

“Like hell you are. Now shut up!” She shouted at him, which he did like a good little colt. Judy even looked intimidated as well. This was her boss, and she was seeing her coworker being hounded by her. This didn’t look good.

“So, you think it’s funny my son was assaulted? Hmm?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He only quivered in fear.

“Well? Answer! Do you…think it’s funny…my son…was assaulted?” She asked again, upping the intimidation factor.

“N-N-N-No, Mrs. Cloverleaf.” Kodiak answered, shivering like a leaf.

“Well, that’s what you just said. To your friend here.” She said, now looking at Judy.

Who put her hooves up in self defense. “Don’t look at me, Mrs. Cloverleaf. He was just running his mouth. I didn’t find it funny at all.” She said, looking down at the stallion, who shot a glare at her.

“Sellout.” He whispered to her. She just rolled her eyes at the pathetic stallion on the floor being intimidated by his female boss.

“Sellout, huh?” Phyllis said, apparently hearing the stallion’s whisper. Which made him go back to his look of fear.

“I’d rather have a sellout mare, then a pathetic little worm of a stallion, who thinks it’s funny that my son got assaulted by two FORMER employees of mine.” She said, staring down at this loser of a stallion.

“F-Former?” He asked.

“Yes. They’re in jail for that assault, which you find funny, and I told Sheriff Hitch to relay a message to them that they are FIRED!” She told him.

Kodiak just continued to look scared as hell, staring into his boss’s eyes. They just pierced his soul like a sharp knife.

“Maybe I should do the same to you?” She said to him in a cold hearted tone.

He bowed his head toward her. “Please, Mrs. Cloverleaf. I-I-I’m sorry about what I said. I was just being a dick. I-I-I’ll do anything. Just please don’t fire me. I need this job.” He begged her in the most pathetic way possible.

While Phyllis looked down at him with extreme pity, she noticed that several of her employees had heard what was being said and decided to investigate. They probably saw the stallion say that to her just now.

Come on. Do it. You know you want to. Just do it.

For the first time since she started hearing those voices, she decided to listen to this one here. This stallion needed to be taught a lesson. A lesson in humility. And what was that lesson:

Don’t Fuck With Phyllis Cloverleaf. Especially when it came to her Sugercube.

“Oh? You’ll do anything? Is that right?” She asked.

“Yes.” The scared stallion replied.

“Very well.” Phyllis then lifted her front left hoof in front of his face.

“I am your boss. Your ruler in a way. So, to show that I am that, why don’t you kiss my hoof?” She asked, with a pretty sadistic smile on her face.

Judy, as well as the other employees, were shocked and surprised to see this behavior from their boss. They had NEVER seen this type of treatment from her before.

Kofiak looked up at her with a pleading look. She knew that he was begging her not to make him do this in front of all his coworkers.

“Mrs. Cloverleaf, don’t you think this is a little too far?” Judy asked her boss.

Phyllis turned to face her now. “You want to be on my bad side? Hmm?” She asked in a somewhat threatening tone, causing the mare to shut up.

She looked back down at the pathetic stallion who still looked at her in a pleading way.

“Well? You want to keep being employed here, right?” She asked him, her hoof still raised in front of his face.

The stallion knew she wasn’t fucking around. If he didn’t do it, he’d lose his job. He didn’t want that. He had important things in his life.

With a whimper in his throat, the stallion grabbed Phyllis’ hoof, very gently. He looked back up at his boss. She still had that look that told him she was waiting. Her eyebrow was raised.

He sighed and, feeling so embarrassed and humiliated, he touched his lips to her hoof. It was only for a quick second, but the damage was done. Kodiak had kissed his female boss’s hoof in front of many of his coworkers.

Speaking of, several of those coworkers who watched either looked on in disgust at Phyllis’ act, or they shook their heads in pity at the stallion for doing the act. Either way, what little respect Kodiak had for everypony, it was probably gone.

Phyllis smiled in a smug grin. “Good. Good. Now, get back to work.” She said, heading toward the coffee machine. She still needed her fix after all.

Now who’s the bitch? Huh, Kodiak?

Kodiak and Judy left the break room area, along with the other coworkers. It was here they knew that they should probably keep their comments about their boss’s son to themselves. If they didn’t, they’d either be fired or be forced to do something humiliating like one of them just did now.

As Phyllis stood there, making her cup of Joe, she couldn’t help smile at her act. That stallion deserved it. She may not be able to do anything outside of the Canterlogic building whenever somepony insulted her Sugercube, but inside, she wouldn’t tolerate that. Not even a little bit. He thought it was funny that her son was assaulted, well, now she thought it was funny that she made her employee do something humiliating. It was cathartic to her.

Nopony DARE better mess with my Sugercube

“Thanks Sunny.” Windy said, receiving her smoothie. It was a peach smoothie.

“No problem, Windy.” Sunny said, trying to keep a smile on her face. As she saw Windy flying away, happily drinking her smoothie, she couldn’t help but feel so bummed out.

After everything that’s happened, she just felt so useless. She was the alicorn savior of Equestria. She should be able to help ponies out whenever they needed. She should be the type of pony that can solve any problem for anypony.

Yet, with all that’s happened with Sprout, Pipp, and especially Zipp, she felt like she couldn’t do anything. She felt helpless. She just wished she could help in some way, shape or form.

“Sunny.” She heard her name being called. She turned and saw it was Hitch. She was wondering how he’s been doing ever since Zipp and Pipp left.

“Hey Hitch. You doing okay?” She asked.

“Will you help me?” He asked point blank, surprising Sunny tremendously.

“What?” She asked him, sounding confused.

He sighed. “Look, I know I don’t normally ask for it, but I think I’m gonna need some help finding the guy who did this. Zipp or Pipp can’t help now, and I don’t know if I wanna ask Sprout or Izzy right now either. I think you’re the only one who I can trust, Sunny.”

Sunny was stunned. In all her life knowing Hitch Trailblazer, she always knew him as such a confident pony who could do anything. Seeing him here, asking for help, just came across so odd to her.

“W-Why do you want me to help?” She asked.

“Because you’re literally the best researcher I know. I mean, all those years of study on Unicorns and Pegasi ended up being true. I think you could really help speed up the process. So, what do you say, Sunny? Will you help me?” Hitch asked with a warm smile.

Sunny couldn’t help but give it back to him. “Okay. I’ll help. I’m just about done with my shift anyway. I’ll come back to the Sheriff’s office with you.” She said, kind of sounding excited.

Hitch smiled and nodded. “Thanks Sunny. Before that though, I need to do something.” He said, before pulling out a megaphone, which confused Sunny at first.

He turned away from her, and began to speak loudly into it.

“ATTENTION!” He yelled out loud, causing a ton of ponies walking around to look at him. There were Posey and Dahlia looking at him in confusion.

“ATTENTION EVERYPONY! THIS IS SHERIFF HITCH TRAILBLAZER! I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE! TO ALL OF YOU! PLEASE TURN YOUR ATTENTION TO THE GAZEBO! I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!” He yelled out loud for everypony to hear.

It seemed to work, as hundreds, it appeared, to line up toward the gazebo that was not too far away from where Sunny was at. There was the Mayor, Windy(who was finishing off her smoothie), the Pipsqueak Trio, Posey and Dahlia, and several other familiar faces Sunny and Hitch knew.

They all were standing in front of the gazebo, where Hitch stood tall and ready to speak to his ponies. Sunny stood in her smoothie cart, watching what was about to unfold.

Hitch cleared his throat. “Good Afternoon, my fellow ponies. Now, you probably are wondering why I’ve asked to gather all of you here at such a random moment.”

“Yeah. I was busy watering my flowers, Sheriff.” Dahlia said in an annoyed tone.

“Yeah, me too. This better be good.” Posey said, looking her usual irritated self.

“I do, just trust me. The reason I have gathered you all here is to discuss what has happened the past three days.” Hitch said loud enough for everypony to hear.

The crowd looked surprised to hear that. There were even small murmers and whispers among them. What was Hitch talking about?

“I’m talking about the murder victim that was found at the beach. I have some details I would like to address with all of you. Because, I’m sure some of you are aware of the incident that happened the day AFTER that.” He told all of them.

This caused a lot of ponies in the crowd to give an angry look. They knew what he was talking about.

“Two days ago, one of the heroes of Equestria, the ones who helped bring magic back to Equestria, Zipp Storm, accused my former deputy, Sprout Cloverleaf, in front of all of you. This lead to an altercation, which resulted in Zipp receiving a black eye after she tackled Sprout to the ground.”

“The fucker hit a mare! He should be hung for that! No pony should hit a beautiful mare as Zipp.” A random stallion said in the crowd. He was a very overweight looking stallion with a dull brown coat with a curly looking brownish red mane. He had glasses on and had some acne on his face. He said that with a tone he would think was gentlecolt like, but really came across as creepy from others.

“And, just to let any other lady know, you have my full support in anything you say.” He said in a tone that would constitute flirting.

“Ugh, no thanks, Wiggy.” Said a random mare not too far away from him.

“Mare’s never want nice guys.” Wiggy said in a low tone that had pouty face written all over it.

“Anyway.” Hitch exclaimed, getting their attention back.

“As of earlier this morning, Zipp Storm and her younger sister, Pipp Petals, have left Maretime Bay. They are back in Zephyr Heights. The reason is a deal I made with Zipp, regarding her arrest.”

“What? You arrested Zipp?! Why?” Windy asked angrily.

“Because she committed aggravated assault on a citizen of Maretime Bay. Yes, a former criminal, but still a citizen nonetheless. That is a punishable offense. Which, now brings me to what I’m sure all of you are thinking about: Sprout Cloverleaf being the murderer.” He said to all of them. It definitely looked like they believed it. No pony in the crowd said anything, but they believed it.

“I’m sure all of you believe that Sprout was the pony who did it. After what Zipp declared, you all probably believe that Sprout brutally murdered that mare. Am I right?” He asked the whole crowd.

The crowd was silent with intensity, before Posey replied, “And if we do?”

Hitch sighed. “I had a feeling you all would. And I understand why. You all believe it because of his little “Emperor” run. And the giant machine of doom. Correct?”

“What’s your point, Sheriff Hitch? Did he do it or not?” Dahlia asked impatiently.

“I’m getting to that, thank you.” He said, causing Dahlia to shut up.

“Well, I’m here to tell you all…that Zipp Storm was wrong. Sprout Cloverleaf did NOT murder Lilac Summers.” He said out loud.

The crowd looked surprised. Some genuine, although there was a lot who didn’t like the answer that Hitch gave. They appeared to have wanted it to be Sprout.

“Yesterday, Sprout consented to a DNA test. That very test came back negative. Not to mention, the victim is NOT from Maretime Bay. She’s from one of our twin towns. Clopton.”

The crowd gasped.

“Clopton! That shithole town?! That’s where she’s from?!” A pony with a bunch of balloons on his back said.

Hitch nodded. “Yes. Lilac Summers was, apparently, lugged for over 30 miles from Clopton, to the beach of Maretime Bay. Sprout has NEVER stepped hoof in that town. Also, the blood type found on the mare didn’t match Sprout’s either. Overall, Zipp let her dislike of Sprout get the better of her, and she accused an innocent stallion. Which is what he is regarding this case.” Hitch took a deep breath. He knew what he was going to say next would probably bring something out of ponies. Something that he didn’t want to see.

“So, to everypony here, I understand why you dislike Sprout. And, well, I’m going to be honest with all of you, if I hadn’t have sat down and talked with Sprout that day, I’d have believed it myself.” He told everypony with a look of shame on his face.

Sunny looked on at him with sympathy. She knew he must’ve felt like shit for not speaking to Sprout for so long. She understood why he didn’t, but it still wasn’t right either.

“After I let Sprout go from his deputy position, I was so angry with him. Maybe I had a right to be. However, that angriness, turned to bitterness. I never talked with him OR his mother. I never checked up on him. Hell, I didn’t even want to think about him when something would make me do so. I admit, I was a bitter stallion.” He took another breath. He felt like shit again for doing all of what he did when he and Sprout weren’t talking.

“I was bitter at my former deputy for disobeying me and starting a war when I told him not to. And that is something a good sheriff should NEVER do. That’s why….that’s why I’m glad that me and Sprout have reconciled. I’m glad that I have forgiven him and not remained in bitterness. I’m….” He got a little choked up here, before getting himself back together.

“I’m glad I have my best friend back.” He finished that sentence. Sunny herself couldn’t help but get a little choked up herself. She was so glad Hitch wouldn’t be bitter. It was a good thing for him. For everypony.

Some ponies in the crowd had mixed reactions. Some looked kinda touched to hear Hitch pour his heart out here. Some looked to be ashamed of their bad feelings for Sprout. Some rolled their eyes. And some still looked a bit untrusting. Could everything he just said be true?

“So, I give you all my word. I WILL find the pony who did this to Lilac Summers. I will find the piece of garbage who took the life of a young mare. I am…I will clear my best friend’s name. I promise to all of you: I will find the killer. Even if it means I die doing it. I promise on my life, everypony.” He said, as he bowed to the crowd and started to leave the gazebo.

Everypony just looked over at Hitch, not knowing what to believe. Was everything he just said true? Was he stretching the truth a little bit? Was he lying to defend his friend?

Hitch walked over to Sunny’s smoothie stand with a warm, confident smile.

“You ready, Sunny?” He asked.

She nodded. “Let’s go clear our friend’s name, Sheriff Hitch.” She said, putting the closed sign on her stand, and walking away with her friend to the Sheriff’s Department. To help their friend.

It took a while, but Izzy eventually found the Firepit Pizza place that Phyllis told her about. In finding the Pizza place, she also found the house next door to the place. This must be the owner’s home. She said Sprout may be here, due to how close he was to them. Almost on a family level.

She hoped she was right. She took a deep breath and knocked at the door. A couple seconds went by and Bella opened the door.

“Yes? Hello?” She said in a sweet, welcoming tone.

“Hi, new friend.” Izzy said excitedly. “My name’s Izzy Moonbow.”

Bella smiled at her outgoing friendliness. “Nice to meet you, Izzy. I’m Bella. Me and my husband, Vinny run the Firepit Pizza next door. Do you need something, dear?” She asks her.

Izzy nodded her head. “Is Sprouty here?” She asked.

Bella looked concerned when she was asked that. No pony was supposed to know that Sprout was living here now. How did she know he’d be here? Should she lie? Should she just tell her to leave?

“Hey Bella, do you want me to hel—“ Sprout had come from the kitchen to ask her something. He was cutoff by the very big surprise he was seeing.

“Izzy?” He asked, looking confused.

Bella turned her head to look at him. “You know her? And why did she call you “Sprouty”, sweetheart?” She asked, causing him to get red in the face with embarrassment. Izzy did too, though she still had a shy smile on her face.

“Izzy, huh?” Vinny’s voice could be heard coming up the hall. He was walking with his cane, before he stopped to look at the scene going on right now.

“Yep. That’s me.” She said, regaining her composure from the embarrassing question by Bella.

Vinny took a minute to remember something. He looked at Sprout. “Wasn’t this the mare you wanted to apologize too?” He asked him, causing Sprout to look embarrassed too. He nodded his head.

Vinny couldn’t help but grin. So, thankfully, this mare was a good one. Not somepony to fuck with their houseguest.

“Eh, come on in, Miss Izzy. Make yourself at home.” He said. Bella looked for a split second before she let Izzy inside.

Izzy felt so happy and giddy. She was here with Sprouty now. The two pizza ponies trusted her enough to let her in. She may get a chance to cheer Sprouty up.

She just hoped he would allow that to happen. She wanted to see Sprouty all cheered up. Hopefully, see him…happy.

Author's Note

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