And Suddenly, I'm Fluttershy

Immediate Aftermath, Part the second

Bartholomew

I had originally planned on getting a few books from the library, or perhaps buying a record player, but the 'incident' with Lyra left me unwilling to go out.

Now, Fluttershy was a vet as far as I was concerned, which meant that I would either need to find a new job, or read up on veterinary medicine. Honestly, after that business at the trial, I probably wasn't going to get many customers. On the other hand, I probably wasn't going to get hired by anyone either.

Reading up on medicine it is, then.

And so I read until about 11:00, at which point I more or less gave up, and figured that I'd use the book as a diagnosis tool when the time came, because there was no way I'd remember all that. I've always hated medicine, and as much as my family wanted me to be a physician, I just flat out hate medicine. That's all there is to it.

So I went into neuroscience, because I was not going to be a psychiatrist. It's like all the worst aspects of psychology rolled into one convenient package, that is to say medicine. I want to learn why people do what they do, not diagnose people and prescribe pills!

Calm down, Bartholomew, or you'll need to see a psychiatrist, yourself.

Anyways, at eleven I had what soup was left over from the previous night.

Over my soup I had a long conversation with myself. Needless to say, some of the animals stared.

During this conversation, I decided to go out and buy a record player. What did... shesay? Vinyl's Vinyls. Seems respectable enough. I asked where Fluttershy kept her money, and the animals were more than happy to oblige. They also showed me how to properly wear a saddlebag.

Let me tell you, those things are weird. They put weight in just the wrong spot on your back. That was probably because I was a Pegasus, I had to scooch it back a bit to avoid crushing my wings.

And so I trotted out of the door, blissfully unaware of the horror that awaited me.

As I walked through Ponyville I got a few stares, but people mostly payed no attention to me. Good, I didn't feel like having another chat with some of the locals. The last one was more than enough for one day.

But then again, I've never won the lottery either. Admittedly, that was probably because I never actually played the lottery, but the analogy still holds. Perhaps I should start buying tickets...

My musings were interrupted by a loud shout from behind me;

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS, MARES IN BLACK, YAY!"