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It was an early dawn, luna's moon was not quite gone yet, and Celestia's sun was almost visible. Fluttershy was already waking the birds, not because they needed to do something, but because they asked her to do it.

"Good morning, mister sleepyfeather!" she said softely to an hummingbird. and as soon as the bird was awake, she flew with him to the next bird. It was a family, to be honest, and not a single bird.

"Rise and shine, you have a lot of flying practise to do!" she said, and she left the hummingbird to help the family wake up.

"So what else do I need to do today?" she asked herself.
"I need to --" her voice cut short as she saw the evil menace that was facing her. She ran for her cottage and woke her bunny: "ANGEL, ANGEL! You need to help me! There's an evil thing, and I'm scared..."

Angel shook his head, looked outside the window, and went back to sleep.

"So you don't want to help me, that's fine. I'll just deal with it, all by myself." Fluttershy squeeked.

She grabbed a tin pan from the kitchen and put it on her head. She also grabbed an hammer, she once lend from Applejack. She had lend the hammer to hang up a picture of all her best friends, but she never could hit the nail hard enough. All geared up, she started walking towards the door. Arrived at the door, she said: "Alright Fluttershy, you can do this! You faced a dragon, a manticore, a bear, you shouldn't be afraid of this!"

She opened the door and lifted her hoof. And then she closed the door quickly.

"What did Rainbow Dash tell you? You need to stand up for yourself! But it's so big and scary. Show some fluttercourage! But --. Stop that! You go out there and show him who's the boss!"

She flew out the door and she moved close to it.

"Uhm sir, would you please leave? that is if you want to"

No response came.

"Maybe he's still asleep?" Fluttershy thought. "Excuse me sir, but would you please leave?"

Still no response.

She started pushing, but the intruder wouldn't budge.

"Applejack could help me, she's strong and also an early waker."

She hurried over to sweet apple acres. But when she saw big mac, she quickly hid behind a tree. She had no idea why she did that, she was just startled, right? There was nothing she'd done wrong. She stepped out of the tree's cover and walked up to him.

"Excuse me? Could you please tell me where Applejack is?" Or at least that was what Flutter shy tried to say to him, but instead her jaw froze.

"Uhm miss Fluttershy? You mouth is hanging open."

Fluttershy shook her head, regained her breath and asked: "Could you help me?"

"Sure, what's wrong?"

"I need to find Applejack, I need somepony strong." after realising what she just said, she quickly added: "Not that you're not strong, but "

"It's alright, miss Fluttershy, Applejack is bucking some trees in the east fields."

"Thank you, it was lovely to talk to you." With that Fluttershy ran off.

"Miss Fluttershy, east is the other way!" Big Mac shouted after her.

"Oh yes, sorry!" She said after she quickly turned around and ran past Big Mac.

Arrived at the east fields, she saw Applejack. But before she could speak, Applejack saw her.
Quick authors note: I have no idea to write Applejacks accent, so you'll have to imagine it.

"Fluttershy! What brings you here, so early in the morning?"

"You see there's an intruder and he won't go away, can you please help me?"

'"Sure! Just let me buck this tree and we'll be on our way!"

"I have to warn you, he's very big and scary.

"We'll just push him off your land if we have to! I assume you tried reasoning and asking nicely?"

"Yes, but he wouldn't listen"

"Did you even try "The Stare"?"

"No, but I'm not sure if he's awake."

When they arrived at Fluttershy's cottage, Applejack said: "Now where's that intruder?"

"He's over there" she pointed at the intruder

"Sugarcube, you know that's just a rock. It's Tom to be exact, you know, the rock Discord made Rarity love?"

"Well yes, but he's so scary."

Applejack planted her hoof in her face and said: "Oh well, let's get him out of the way, now shall we?" Applejack walked up to Tom, bucked it, and walked away. Tom flew away, back to inside of Everfree forest. "If he ever returns, don't hestiate to ask me or Big Mac!"

"I sure will!"

"Cya at Sugarcube Corner at 3 o'clock!"

"Bye"

Epilogue

Fluttershy's day went very well after her big adventure, at 3 o'clock she had a party at Pinkie's, she drank a little bit too much and kissed Big Mac who was invited too. Luckily both forgot it when they both waked up after the evening in their own houses. None of the other invited brought it up. Tom never showed his stone face again at the cottage.

Fin

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please comment!
As a side note: The epilogue was not rushed, it is meant to be so short.

Author's note before writing the chapter:" Writing Pinkie Pie... This will be a challenge: because for one, I hate Cupcake references, and two, I have no clue how to Pinkie will respond to all situations, because... well... she's Pinkie Pie. She's the embodiment of laughter (and randomness)."

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It was a morning when Pinkie Pie was ----
"Why is it always a morning?"

"Um Pinkie Pie, I'm trying to write an innocent story here? Could you, you know, not break the fourth wall?"

"Only if this story doesn't start in the morning."

"Can you then have me write the rest of my story without you interrupting?"

"Sure, just stay clear of mornings some more, alright?"

"Can do, will do. I never noticed that."

Author's note: "Sorry I couldn't stop Pinkie Pie breaking the fourth wall, but enough of that! Onward with the story!"

"Pinkie, Pinkie! Where are you?" Mrs. Cake asked.

"I'm right here!" Pinkie said, right behind Mrs. Cake.

"Oh Celestia, you will give me an heart attack someday. But now that you're here I would like to ask you something"

"Is it taking care of the foals, cause I love taking care of the foals, do you love that, of course you do, you're their mother! Silly me!"

"No it's not taking care of the babies, actually we're going to go with the family to the doctor for a checkup. but there's one problem, there's a pie in the stove. If we're not back in 45 minutes, could you please get it out of the stove?"

"No problem!"

"Thank you, Pinkie! We'll be on our way, then." Mrs. Cake said, she turned over to the rest of the family and said: "Pinkie will take care of the pie!"

"Great! Let's go!" And with that, the Cake family left.

"43 minutes remaining" Pinkie said to herself, "What am i going to do in that time? Ooh I know! I'll go do a prank on Twilight!"

And some good pranking it was: Whenever Twilight laid down a book and turned around Pinkie grabbed that book and silently placed it on another shelve. After a while Twilight started to get angry so Pinkie decided to stop. She looked at the place of the sun and saw that it was already 10 minutes ago that the pie needed to be removed out of the stove. Unsurprisingly, when she got back at Sugarcube Corner, the pie was burned.

"Now what do I do? If I don't think of something, Mrs. and Mr. Cake will never let me watch pies anymore."

She strafed in a circle for a while, until she had an idea: She would make another, better pie. And not just any pie, it would be a Pie with a capital P! She began working.

"All you do is take a cup of flower and add it to the mix!" she sang.

She added chocolate, cupcakes, mufins, flowers, crushed gem, sugar, more sugar, and a lot of other stuff

"Pinkie Pie, we're back! sorry it took so long." the Cakes said when they entered the house.

Pinkie's heart jumped to her throath, the Pie was't done yet! It needed to be in he stove for a few more minutes! She ran to the door to stop them. "How did it go?"

"Well, this little mister here," Mrs. Cake said when rubbing over her son's head, "and this little miss here," as Mr. Cake lifted up his daughter "both need to be vaccinated against cutiepox."

"So did these little-biddle ponies cry?"

"No they didn't, and --- Ow!" Pound Cake had kicked Mr. Cake on his shins. "No sweetie, we don't kick other ponies."
Then Pound and Pumpkin started crying. "Pinkie, quickly! Do something!"

"On it!" Pinkie walked towards the saloon door an jumped behind it."Where's Pinkie? Here's Pinkie!" she said, as she jumped in front of the doors." Pound and Pumpkin immediately started laughing again.

"Pinkie? Did you get the pie out of the stove in time?"

"No sorry." She saw the faces of Mr. and Mrs. cake go grim, but then she said: "I made a new Pie (with a capital P)!"

Epilogue

Everyone lived happily ever after, the Pie was a succes and many ponies got sick that night. (Gummy did a pee in the punch).

Fin

Author's note: Thank you for reading! I personally think that I could have done this chapter better, but when I did, the chapter turned out 2000 words. That's way too long for my LITTLE stories. (Yes, I know I just wrote little big). Please give me feedback, or ideas in the comments!

Author's note: "All of the Author's notes written at the top, are written before I write the chapter. I appreciate ALL comments, even the ones who say it's bad, as long as you tell me why. "

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"SPIKE! SPIKE!"

"Twilight, it's midnight, I'm trying to sleep."

"But I read something so interesting!"

"Did you discover the secret of Pinkie sense?"

"No, but this is more important"

"What is it?"

"I have figured out why you don't have wings!"

"Because I was not born with them?"

"No, you see, dragons are not born with wings, but they get them if their body is triggered by a near death experience, such as falling from high places."

"I fell just a month ago, with Rarity, when I suddenly shrunk."

"That was when you felt totally save, because you were falling with Rarity, who you trust with your whole heart." Twilight said "whole" with a small pitch.

"What are you saying?"

"Well... We should drop you of a cliff, alone, and you will grow wings on the way down!"

"Are you crazy?"

"No, not really"

"I still don't think this is a good idea..."

"You'll be fine"

Twilight and Spike were standing on top of the cliff, (you know, that one where all those carts go down from in mare-do-well)

"I will just walk back up, there should be a more safe way to do this."

"Maybe." Twilight said, as she pushed him of the cliff.

"oww," And after realizing he was now falling, he screamed:"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He stopped as he felt a small tingling sensation in his back: "Could it be true? Am I getting wings?"

He looked at the ground, what was rapidly coming closer. "Please grow! Please"

But, even though the tingling sensation in his back became a pain, no wings would grow. the ground had almost reached him. He closed his eyes.

And suddenly he stopped falling. He slowly opened one eye at first, and then the other. He was being held by Rainbow Dash. "You came to close to the ground there, buddy. Take a deep breath. You´re save now."

She dropped him off at town square. Twilight came galloping at him.

"SPIKE! Did it work?"

"No, sorry Twi, I did feel some tingling in my back though"

"That means we have to retry this expirement, from a greater height."

But that, my readers, is a tale for another time.

Author´s note:"This story might have been greatly inspired by "It takes a village". Anyway, thank you for reading this. If you see errors and such, please tell me! Also if you want a specific character to star in the next story, don´t hestiate to ask.

Author's note: "Please help out this project by placing comments, tracking, and rating, but most importantly reading. About this chapter: I think I will have a tought time making this. As hard it is for a native English speaker to rhyme, it becomes 10 times as hard for an not-native English speaker. Please help me, and correct my English wherever you can!"

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"If we are what we eat,
most of us will be treat."

"So... You're saying we're not what we eat?"", Applebloom said.

"That is correct,
but we're getting off subject.
You came here with a goal,
what is it, what questions your soul?"

"I want to learn to rhyme as you do!"

"You should not want this,
people will see you as a freak, not as a miss."

"Not all the time, but a little bit, just to see if I can get a rhyming cutie mark!"

"Very well,
but don't you want to bring your friends: Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle?"

"Nah, they don't have the patience!"

"For this we require something rare,
you know this already, young mare.
We require a montage,
a -"

"A MONTAGE"

(Insert epic montage song here, have a compilation: Montage songs compilation )

Applebloom is repeating sentences what Zecora says.

FLASH

Applebloom is reading a dictionary.

FLASH

Applebloom stands next to a chart with different rhyme schemes.

FLASH

Applebloom drinks a potion, and her tongue starts turning around. Author's note: "Don't try to imagine that. It's just something to help her pronounce words."

FADE

"And how are you holding up?"

"My sister's dog has a pup!"

"I'm sorry to say,
but rhyming may not be your way,
to a cutie mark,
maybe there's something else you should embark?
Something you're already good at,
not the exotic ways of chat."

"but... but..."

"You see,
I got my rhyming skills from falling of a tree.
My brain was damaged by the fall
Then I started rhyming, at first: small.
Later, I started rhyming more,
and then my non-rhyming ways were done for.
I couldn't stop,
but my sentence would drop,
when I couldn't find a rhyme,
that gave me a very hard time.
Let this fate not befall to you,
it is not a worthy goal to pursue."

"Isn't there anything else you can teach me?"

"I could tell you about potions,
who can affect emotions.
About ones who can give you incredible power,
but only last for an hour."

"Can you teach me how to make a potion who makes everyone happy?"

"I can, but they have been declared illegal,
But I can you teach you one who can give you eyes like an eagle."

"I want an happy potion!"

"It wil only make you happy for a while,
And then begone, will be your smile."

"Teach me! Teach me! Teach me!"

"Be warned, if you walk under the effects of this potion into town,
everyone will see you as a clown.

"okay, just teach me already!"

"First off, we take bit of poison joke,
but be sure that it is not he curse you invoke.

(It's time for another montage: Montage songs compilation )

Zecora and applebloom are collecting herbs.

FLASH

They're mixing herbs now.

FLASH

A bowl of water is filled with mashed herbs.

FLASH

The bowl is now on the fire.

FLASH

They divide the water into two portions, they start addding more herbs

FLASH

Applebloom's portion explodes. Zecora's shakes her head.

FADE

"I'm not good at potions."

"It seems that your mark is not in this,
but we still have 1 potion what doesn't taste like piss."

"How do you know?"

"Try it,
just a tiny bit."

Applebloom drinks the whole bowl empty, and passes out with an huge smile on her face.

Epilogue:

Applebloom became an addict, Zecora was sent to jail. Without a supply of potion Applebloom became depressed and took her own life. Long story short: don't do drugs, they're bad.

Alternative happier epilogue:

Applebloom Pinkie-promised to never drink it again, she was moved into a clinic, and when she came out, she spend the rest of her life teaching fillies how about drugs are. Zecora was send off with a fine.

Author's note:"I had no idea on what to do with this chapter, it has been renamed and rewritten atleast 2 times. Zecora's rhyming origin comes from this comic: Zecora begins
Please drop the next character you want to be featured in the comments! Thank you for reading!"

Author's note: "It's been too long since I updated this story, I'm very sorry. Anyway, as you noticed the title has the word Blindbag in it. This means that it is about a pony I aquired from blindbags. The first one is Lovestruck, I have 2 others at the moment, and that means atleast two more chapters. ~yay!

“No, I can’t make him admit his love to you”, a purple maned white unicorn said.
“Can’t you just shoot a love arrow at him?”, a blond pegasus replied.
“Really? Love arrows? How long have you been my friend?”
“Around five years or so?”
“Have you ever seen me carry a bow?”
“No, but what does your cutie mark then stand for, Lovestruck?”
“It is a symbol, and it means that I can sense if a relationship between ponies can work out, and I tell you, the relationship between you and that ‘doctor’ is not going to work out.”
“If you can sense that, why do your relationships never work out?”
“That’s because I don’t listen myself, and think that it is not the case this time.”
“What is not the case?”
“That he might not love me back.”
“And you know that, but you don’t listen to it?”
“Yes. So if you don’t want to go heartbroken, listen to me.”
“You’re lying! The doctor loves me!”
“I don’t believe he will intent to break your heart, but I fear circumstances will not leave him another choice.”
“YOU’RE LYING! HE LOVES ME!” Ditzy screamed, and ran away.

“They never listen...” Lovestruck thought. Lovestruck walked from the restaurant where she had lunched with Ditzy. Ditzy was right, though, she did lie to her, but it was all for a greater good. She hoped Ditzy would forgive her for saying such things. Ditzy would now go to her lover, and they would spend a lovely evening together. Exactly as Lovestruck had planned. Now just to get Ditzy’s friendship back. But that was a problem for tomorrow.

She trotted though Ponyville, and thought about her life. She was currently unemployed, but she had been asked to help at Sweet Apple Acres this summer. While it was not the best thing to earn bits with, she would have unlimited food while she worked. She frowned, it was still three months until she was required, and she needed bits. ”Too bad there’s no job for a matchmaker”. Maybe she could try and help the crazy mare in the libr-. She stopped. She saw a stallion and a mare dating at a cafe, but losing interest in each other. Lovestruck had to act quickly! She walked towards their table and whispered to the mare, “He might not talk that much, but he has had an interesting life, you should ask him about it”. And before the mare could react to her, Lovestruck walked to the red stallion and whispered to him, “She can tell you everything about history, even that of Sweet Apple Acres”. Lovestruck casually walked away, leaving her ‘victims’ in dismay.

While she couldn’t hear the couple, she guessed their conversation went something like this:
“So uh, I heard that you had an interesting life.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Please tell me, learning new things from past events is a good thing.”
“Well… When I was a young colt and AJ still a baby…

Lovestruck was content, she always felt happy when she helped other ponies find happiness. she quickly thought of a correlation between herself and Pinkie, but brushed it way quickly. She didn’t know Big Macintosh all that well, but she guessed, and, like ponies have to do in times in love, she took a risk. It wasn’t purely a wild guess, though. He had a look in his eyes, like he was tired of life, like he had done some great deeds, and just wanted to live quietly and happy. That Cheerilee knew a lot about history, was common knowledge.

Celestia’s sun was already setting when Lovestruck finally arrived home. She felt great. When she walked through the door, she picked up a few magazines she was subscribed to. None of them were really interesting, but an ad in one of them made her excited. They needed a columnist! That was the good side of the ad, the bad side of the ad was that said column had to go over sports, something Lovestruck was not very interested in. But it gave her an excellent idea, she would send a letter to some magazines and ask if they needed a columnist about love, the one thing Lovestruck did know off. She wrote a note to herself, saying she should do that, and, after a small dinner, went to bed.

She woke early in the morning, hungry from the small dinner, she couldn’t afford anything bigger than some hay at that moment. She started writing some letters, but had no clue how to put her request, so she decided to ask Ditzy, who worked with letters all the time. That is, off course, after she would have put their friendship back to a normal state. She looked at the sun from her house, Ditzy’s rounds would not end for another 3 hours, and that’s time enough to breakfast. She gathered her thoughts, put @#@# in her bags, and walked out of her house, straight into a brand new day.

She walked over to Sugarcube corner, planning to, but not liking to, beg for food. This failed, as the Cakes had not forget how Lovestruck had saved their marriage. They greeted her with a lot of cakes, and talked with her. When she asked were Pinkie was, they said Pinkie was by a friend having a sleepover. Lovestruck said she had some pity for Pinkie’s friend, as Pinkie did not feel like sleeping most of the times. The Cakes laughed, and at the end of the ‘breakfast’ they waved Lovestruck goodbye.

“Lovestruck!”
“Hay D-“, Lovestruck replied as she was tackle hugged by Ditzy.
“Oh I’m sorry if I hurt you, but I have to tell you what happened last evening!”
“What happened, Ditzy?” asked Lovestruck with an ‘innocent’ smile.
“After you told all those stupid things about him, I went to see him, and he said all of those nice things.”
“Oh yes, I’m sorry Ditzy, I didn’t mean to hurt you, but it looks like I was all mistaken.
“But that’s not the best part, we went out for dinner, and he said he loved me!”
“That’s great Ditzy.”
“But this morning, while doing my rounds, I figured something, you played me.”
“Uhm, sorry.”
“And you play other ponies around too!”
“I might have, sorry” Lovestruck was a little bit scared now.
“Why would you be sorry? You help everypony find their loved ones!”
“So you’re not mad at me? “
“Off course not!”

And then everypony was happy, Lovestruck got a job at a magazine, Ditzy married with the doctor, Cheerilee and Big Macintosh stayed friends, but did not marry until they were very old.

Author’s note: Thank you for reading the first chapter in this series, I hope you enjoyed it. The ending was bit weak and looks rushed, but rushing is just the way I write. I suck at multi-parters and hope you do not decide to look for continuity in my stories. I will see you in the next chapter!

Author’s note: This chapter has been postponed for way too long, I really needed to put myself together to make sure I did not make false promises about chapters.

Berryshine felt sick. She was lying in an alleyway of Ponyville. She puked on the ground. Luckily she didn’t have to lay in her puke, the rain would wash it all away. She really couldn’t stay awake anymore and fell asleep.

The following morning, she was awoken by voices.
“Should we help her?”
“Why? It’s all her own fault, she just shouldn’t have drunk so much last night.”
Berryshine rised and looked at who was saying that. It truned out to be two mares who were on their way to the market.
“Mind your own business, will ya?” she asked
“Sjeesh, having an hangover much. Stop being a pest to the roads of Ponyville and we might leave you alone, Berrypunch”, and they walked away off to the market, probably to buy some food for tonight.
“My name isn’t Berrypunch” said Berryshine, or atleast, tried to say, but her stomach had other plans. It seemed like a good morning for the stomach to dump it’s already empty entrails on the road. And so the stomach did.

Berryshine wasn’t always like this. She had been a perfectly healthy student at the college of Ponyville, but in her graduation year, she went to a party with her friends. It was a great party, but sometimes on great parties not so great stuff gets consumed, and not everypony’s body does react well to that not so great stuff. Some puke once, others poop all over the floor. And Berryshine? Berryshine got sick for the rest of her life.

She had tried to visit a doctor about this, but they would all say it was because of the amount of alcohol in her body. With her disease nopony could be friends with her for a long time. It’s just so many puke you can take, before you leave. Getting a job was totally out of the question.

Berryshine wandered through town, she avoided the school as the fillies and colts there seemed to be extra mean. they had even invented a rhyme in a succesful attempt to hurt her. it went like this:
(Author’s note: I can’t write songs, just imagine this as a really bad song. Thank you!)
Berrypunch
Berrypunch
She doesn’t eat any lunch
Alco-hol
Alco-hol
It has devoured her soul
Needless to say, Berryshine always felt insecure when ponies sang that. She was stopped in her wanderings through town by a ponice pony. Because it was forbidden to be openly drunk in Ponyville, Berryshine was arrested.

“Berryshine. Is this your name?”
“Yes.”
“Please note: everything you say, can be used against you.”
“This is not the first time you told me this officer, and we both know that.”
“Just following the rules, ma’am. Unlike you, you have been seen walking around Ponyville drunk, again.”
“I am not drunk”
“Yeah, and I’m Celestia’s brother.”
“Please, believe me! I haven’t drank any alcohol for the past five years.”
“Why are you still failing our tests?”
“Cause I have a disease!”
“Drinking alchol and getting drunk, doesn’t count as a disease, it’s an addiction.”
“But –“
“No but’s anymore. You are going to jail until you have sobered up. But your statement about diseases has been noted, we will send somepony to check on you.”

Berryshine tried staying optimistic, but no doctor she had seen had been able to discover her disease and she had seen all of the doctors in ponyville. But they didn’t send a doctor this time, they had send for that crazy mare in the library. Berryshine was afraid of Twilight, and not just a bit. She had seen Twilight carry that Ursa Minor like it was nothing, and she had still ample power to make mustaches! Mustaches! The adding of things to a ponies body was quite dangerous, and if Twilight turned out to be corrupt, who knew what she could do? But the story is not about what Twilight could do, it is about what Twilight did. And what she did was as follows: Twilight magically examined Berryshine, saw to that Berryshine drank a lot of water, and then started to magically cleanse the disease out of every cell in Breryshine’s body. Because the disease needed a way out, Twilight had figured it would be best to do this throught the mouth, and it needed to be carried into something, and that’s what the water was all for.

This experience was notl very pleasant to Berryshine, as it felt a lot like vomitting. But after the fact, she had not felt so good in a long while. She helped Twilight in the library until she found a real job, and a while after that, her life was back on tracks.

Author’s note: I’m sorry about how long this took to finish. I started writing at 12 may, but I did not feel the urge to pick it back up after the 21th. Please forgive me, and don’t forget to write: mistakes I made, ideas for short stories, witty comments, comments about the story, ramblings over life and death, your input on how to deal with the incoming menace of trampeding benches with gold covered platemail made by evil statues, etc. .