Heading for the main plaza, he got in a large way, walking on the side. No one was looking at him, except for a weird pink pony. Turning a corner, he found her in front of him, <> Said him, almost screaming <> Said her so quick Black missed a few words <> Said him slowly. Pinkie just looked at him for a while without saying a word. Maybe it wasn’t the best thing to say. She looked sorry for him, and started to sing a weird song. For some odd reason Black cracked up after it. <> Began explaining Black <> She smiled <>Said her sadly, while Black was getting farer.
Walking to the square, a paper sheet crashed on his face; annoyed, he took it off and the side article attracted him:”Crash in Canterlot, the colt is unarmed” <> commented him “Yesterday, In Canterlot, a young colt named "Carrot Angel", from what we understood, tried to perform some kind of air trick from over the station. However, as an inexpert flier, he crashed into a soft bush nearby the binaries. The colt was immediately rescued by a young stallion that saw him, and a doctor. They brought him inside the train he was going to take, as the doctor confirmed that he didn't report any kind of damage, and he was conscious when he talked to him. We hope he will eventually get better at flying!” Black finished reading the main page, then he threw the newspaper in a trash bin, slightly grinning. "Carrot Angel" he thought "It's hilarious...Luckily no one ever reads that magazine...". The bells from the town hall sang. It was midday, and the hunger made Black’s stomach talk. He saw a pub, so why not to stop and have something to eat? He sit on a chair outside the local, after ordering. Looking at the town, he noticed a filly being held by her mother.
He felt weirdly happy for him, how was he supposed not to be so? While he was staring at them, the mother tripped on a flower pot, and the filly fell off the terrace they were on. Black couldn’t do anything but to try and save him. He knocked his legs in the ground, throwing himself forward to the building, making a few tables fall. He was flipping his wings as hard as he could, fighting against time. Dust was scattered all over the place. In a fraction of a second, he was under the filly, he caught her facing the sky, heavily landing with his back getting his wings dirty. He got up leaving the filly on foot; he noticed that everypony in the square was banging their hooves to the ground, he felt really appreciated. He gave the filly back to the mother that ran downstairs, she was literally crying.
Suddenly, a well-dressed pony called him from behind. <> Black became serious and answered <> The pony smiled <> said him showing interest. Black looked at the ground saying <> Phil leaped and watched away excusing, then Black began walking away <> He felt himself being held and turning around, he saw the mother of the filly trying to stop him. <> The mother was smiling to him. She was right, it wasn't the right moment do be modest. <> He actually felt better for a bit. Black walked back, and taking a pen and a paper sheet from his bag, he began writing to the Andershoof, they still act like his “parents”.
Taking a large breath, he began writing.
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