Bubble Chaos yawned deeply, setting his glasses down on the ground. His brother, Trouble, lay next to him. There was a thin blanket of maroon colored leaves covering the two colts, who rested there in the forest. "Trouble," Bubble started. "Why did dad abandon us?"
His older brother sighed. "Ah Dunno." He looked into his brothers cold, black and blue eyes. They reflected Bubble's frosty Blue and white mane, which had gone a half a year without being brushed.
"Maybe when life gives you bacon fields, you just sit the sayin 'whaaaaa...' "
Trouble moaned. His horn glinted in the moonlight, its glow dying as he finished drawing on some newspaper they had found earlier that day.
"Hey, Can I read that?" He asked. Trouble thought reading was just a silly old gift given to fillies and colts to soothe their minds... Which hinted why he didnt like it too much.
"Yeah. Need light?" Trouble asked.
"Nah, I'm good" Trouble handed over the paper, which was the pony press. "Imma get some shut eye" Trouble moaned. "See ya tommorrow mornin', hot shot" he rustled around in the leaves until he got comfortable, and then he flopped into a snore.
Bubble turned to look at the newspaper. "August 29, 1996" he read the date. It was only a week ago when this was printed.
"Canterlot filly causes lightning strikes, Rainboom proven true"
"Moi, I'm tryin' tah sleep! Shut your trap!" Trouble poked Bubble in the cheek, hurting him slightly. Bubble sighed. "All dah ponies in Cantahlot are so lucky." He murmured to himself. He put the paper down and rolled over on his side, " 'kay. G'night" Bubble shut his eyes, twitching his cat ear.
