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The PuppyAs the sound of barking filled the night halls of Ponyville Hospital, Nurse Redheart gave a heavy sigh while resting her brow in her hooves. Closing her eyes, the barks were interspaced with loud barks and howls towards the moon before returning to frantic barking once more. Looking towards a secure door, the lone window near the top showed the darkened insides of a padded room... A rubber room as some in Ponyville called it. It was in this room Ponyville Hospital's sole resident resided: Patient 17, or "Screw Loose" as some had come to call her.
Reaching for a key, she unlocked the drawer to her desk and pulled out a manilla envelope with her muzzle. Resting the folder on the desk as she did nearly every night, she opened the folder to reveal pages yellowing as much as the folder holding them. When they found Patient 17, these pages were the only objects inside her saddlebags. Only Nurse Redheart had found these pages, and only she read them nightly to remind herself why Patient 17 wa
The Hoofwitch Horror - Ship-free VersionDear Princess Luna,
While I would usually write your sister about my adventures, I felt that only you could appreciate the experiences of which I am about to divulge. To protect Spike, I am using my own magic to inscribe this scroll, and shall be handing it to him just to send.
It all began a week ago, after our dinner at the bistro in Canterlot. After your carriage dropped me off in front of the library, I had stepped inside so as to do some research on that spell you were asking about. With Spike out helping babysit the Cutie Mark Crusaders at Rarity's, it was left up to me to find the proper spell book in the most ancient part of the old tree library. That meant going into the cellar.
My hooves began to clop down the steps, the yellowish glow from the lantern I held with my magic casting an eerie glow upon the earthen and root walls of my tree home's basement. Unlike upstairs, where I could always hear the faint noise of the town, at this very late hour it was near silent. And, with
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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