He might spot the creature one cool and misty afternoon, walking from the big house to the yard, squelching across the damp grass littered with fallen leaves, a thing shaped like a horse, the color of a cloud at sundown. But horses aren't that color, are they? And they don't walk along clad in a slick yellow sheet, with a little red umbrella ( Read more... )

"Sophie? Sophie?" Twilight Sparkle calls out, hobbling along the hallways of the Mansion. It might be later in the day of disastrous potion making and she's ventured back into the house. She's still getting used to this whole matter of walking on two legs, thus she might zig-zag a bit, like a bird flying confusedly through a narrow passageway. ( Read more... )

It was a simple transformation potion, the kind she'd made dozens of times before with no trouble. But an errant tail brushing against the wrong beaker set off a chain reaction on a lakeside lab table ( Read more... )

Warning: contains a very wacky earworm song (but I likes it!)

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