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Pinkie Alone
After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the pink filly opened her eyes. Immediately she knew she was completely and utterly alone.
She surveyed her surroundings, looking for any sign of her sisters. Instead, she found rocks. Rocks to the right. Rocks to the left. Rocks before her and behind her. Rocks as far as the eye could see.
It was all Pinkie could do not to howl in dismay.
Pinkie was filled with a sense of urgency. What would happen if she couldn’t find them? Would she be alone forever? Would she ever make it home? Would she have to spend the rest of her days eating rocks? She couldn’t do that; she only liked rocks in the form of candy!
It wasn’t long before Pinkie came to the only logical decision she could; she had to find her sisters. She picked a random direction and darted off the rock she’d been resting on. With any luck she’d find at least one of her sisters before long.
She bounced from rock to rock, eagerly looking behind them all for any hint of her sisters. But every rock, stone, and boulder she looked behind brought only disappointment. It wasn’t long before her jaunty pronking slowed to a dismayed crawl.
After looking behind what seemed to be the thousandth promising looking boulder and failing to turn up a single pony, sister or otherwise, Pinkie gave up. There was no way she’d be able to find anypony in this desolate wasteland of brown and grey.
A million images raced through Pinkie’s head. Her parents teaching her the basics of rock farming. The first time Maud and her made rock candy together. That one birthday that Limestone and Marble surprised her with the most delicious mud pie ever. Those were good memories. It was a shame she’d never be given the opportunity to make any more…
Disheartened, she threw herself onto her back, closed her eyes, and accepted her fate.
No!
Pinkie’s eyes shot open as a small part of her defied her terrible destiny. There was no way she was going to let things end like this. She would find her sisters or die trying!
Inspired, she scrambled to the top of a particularly tall boulder, hoping the extra height might let her see something she had missed before. And after a few frantic moments of searching, she was positive she saw the slight hint of a purple mane behind a large rock to her right.
Ecstatic at the prospect of seeing one of her sisters again after what had seemed like years, Pinkie galloped as fast as possible through the rock towards her destination, rounded the corner, and almost straight into her older sister, who was lying on her side and playing with a small rock.
“Maud!” She exclaimed, happy to have finally achieved her goal.
Maud looked up at her and blinked slowly. “Hi, Pinkie.”
Unable to control her exuberance, Pinkie embraced her older sister in the tightest hug she’d ever given. She didn’t let go until she remembered the point of her quest, and tapped her sister on the shoulder.
“Tag, you’re it!”
She surveyed her surroundings, looking for any sign of her sisters. Instead, she found rocks. Rocks to the right. Rocks to the left. Rocks before her and behind her. Rocks as far as the eye could see.
It was all Pinkie could do not to howl in dismay.
Pinkie was filled with a sense of urgency. What would happen if she couldn’t find them? Would she be alone forever? Would she ever make it home? Would she have to spend the rest of her days eating rocks? She couldn’t do that; she only liked rocks in the form of candy!
It wasn’t long before Pinkie came to the only logical decision she could; she had to find her sisters. She picked a random direction and darted off the rock she’d been resting on. With any luck she’d find at least one of her sisters before long.
She bounced from rock to rock, eagerly looking behind them all for any hint of her sisters. But every rock, stone, and boulder she looked behind brought only disappointment. It wasn’t long before her jaunty pronking slowed to a dismayed crawl.
After looking behind what seemed to be the thousandth promising looking boulder and failing to turn up a single pony, sister or otherwise, Pinkie gave up. There was no way she’d be able to find anypony in this desolate wasteland of brown and grey.
A million images raced through Pinkie’s head. Her parents teaching her the basics of rock farming. The first time Maud and her made rock candy together. That one birthday that Limestone and Marble surprised her with the most delicious mud pie ever. Those were good memories. It was a shame she’d never be given the opportunity to make any more…
Disheartened, she threw herself onto her back, closed her eyes, and accepted her fate.
No!
Pinkie’s eyes shot open as a small part of her defied her terrible destiny. There was no way she was going to let things end like this. She would find her sisters or die trying!
Inspired, she scrambled to the top of a particularly tall boulder, hoping the extra height might let her see something she had missed before. And after a few frantic moments of searching, she was positive she saw the slight hint of a purple mane behind a large rock to her right.
Ecstatic at the prospect of seeing one of her sisters again after what had seemed like years, Pinkie galloped as fast as possible through the rock towards her destination, rounded the corner, and almost straight into her older sister, who was lying on her side and playing with a small rock.
“Maud!” She exclaimed, happy to have finally achieved her goal.
Maud looked up at her and blinked slowly. “Hi, Pinkie.”
Unable to control her exuberance, Pinkie embraced her older sister in the tightest hug she’d ever given. She didn’t let go until she remembered the point of her quest, and tapped her sister on the shoulder.
“Tag, you’re it!”