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 Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 9:52 pm
 Phonyland was a very big place for little foals, so one would expect some amount of intrepid explorations in phonies so young, and yet Boysenberry Pie always seemed to end up in the same place. Which was bushes. Which was pretty odd, but the same thing could be said of the filly herself.
The little purple babben went rolling out of the bush tail over head, rocking to a stop on her back, little hooves in the air as owlish yellow eyes looked about her and decided yes, this was a good spot. Boysie then rolled over, head shaking to try and dislodge some of the leaves clinging to her mane.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 10:10 pm
Sugar Plum sighed to herself, walking down the roads at a brisk pace and looking around with a concerned bewilderment. It seemed like ages since she'd gotten out of the house and overnight the town had suddenly had population and infrastructural growth - it was like a whole new place! A whole new, confusing and busy place she decided, being mindful not to run into anything or phony.
Not too far from the hustle and bustle she could see over the top of several bushes a clearing that, although close enough to the roads and shops, was more quiet and subdued, the perfect place to catch her breath and figure out where she was heading exactly.
Walking over she sat down to try and rest, only this probably would have worked out much more quietly if she hadn't seen a little filly come tumbling out those very bushes she'd walk past. Standing she hurried over with a worried expression, what was this little filly doing out on their own? Not that it was uncommon - Phonyville was a safe place regardless of how much time passed - but someone had to make sure they were allright!
"That looked like a rough landing, are you ok?"
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 10:18 pm
Boysie, who had her back turned to Sugar Plum, starled at the sudden question. The little filly gasped, eyes casting about seeing no-one. No one down the little slice of path and no one else in the bushes. Which could only mean one thing.
"A ghost! Oh venerable and ancient one, please tell me of your knowledge of ages past. Like, how to catch butterflies without hurting them. Or why the batteries on laptops die even though they're charged a lot?" The important life stuff.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 10:33 pm
Oh for the love of....
"Er no...not a ghost sorry. I don't think so anyways - But those are very good questions!"
Sugar replied, holding back the urge to laugh and the babben's apparently logical conclusion, even more so at 'the important things in life'. Well they were things that needed answering though, especially that laptop one.
She tapped the dark grey fill on the shoulder to get its attention.
"I'm actually right behind you. You took a tumble - I was worried."
Actually now that she thought of it maybe the fall had given the poor thing a concussion and that was why it was so addled!
"C'mon, let's take a look at you and make sure nothing got too bruised."
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 10:52 pm
The filly startled again at the mysterious and totally-a-ghost's voice, and again as her shoulder was tapped. The fact that her ghost wasn't actually a ghost, didn't settle in until Boysie turned around. Big yellows eyes only looked disappointing for a hair of a second before it washed away and the filly perked right back up.
"You are not a ghost!" Boysie sat down, head tilting as she looked up at the mare, "That's okay though, I'm not a ghost either."
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 11:00 pm
"So I noticed!" Sugar laughed. "Don't go running into walls to prove it either!" She added, getting the feeling this hyperactive little one might just do exactly that if she didn't say otherwise.
She frowned again though and put a worrying hoof on their forehead and started to brush away some of the leaves that had gotten tangled in it, starring into those cute big yellow eyes, they sure were a cutie!
"Are you ok after that roll out the bushes? What's your name? How many mares can you see? Stick out your tongue and count to three!"
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 11:28 pm
The little filly smiled, yellow tail swishing in pleasure as the mare talked. She liked her, and she didn't even know her name!
"I don't run into walls anymore, it's not as fun as it looks like," Boysie stuck out her tongue in punctuation of exactly how unfun the act was. And the cartoons always made it look so cool. That's the last time she takes advice from a rabbit. "And I roll of of bushes like, all the time. I spend a lot of time in the flora. It's fun. And people mistake me for forest spirits, which is also fun. And I only seen one mare, and how can I count to three with my tongue sticking out? That seems very cou- counter intuitive."
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 11:39 pm
Sugar plum shook her head, yup a real runabout all right - probably fine after all if they'd taken a trip so often."I'll be they mistake you too, giving everyone a surprise running outta bushes looking so cute.She ruffled the little's one blonde mane, satisfied they were fine after all and hadn't taken too bad a hit to the noggin'.
"I guess you can't count to three with your tongue out can you? Well you could try but it wouldn't be easy.." She thought on this a moment, vowed to try it at home along sometime and stepped back so the filly had room to walk out from so close to the bushes.
"I'm Sugar Plum by the way" She said pointedly, realising she didn't know the bush tumbler's name.
"I'm new to town..sort of..but not. The town is newer...I don't get out much. What do phonies do around here and go is what I'm trying to say."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 1:35 pm
The filly giggled as her mane was ruffled- that felt nice, and therefore Sugar Plum was nice. Obviously a new best friend to little Boysie.
"I'm Boysenberry Pie! Or Boysenberry Fly. Most people just call me Boysie though. They say 'it's too much to be both a mouthful and a hanfull!" She nodded seriously before quietly whispering to Plum: "I don't know what that means..." Just one of the great mysteries of life to such an excitable little filly.
"Well I've never seen you around before, and I've been through all the bushes. Except for the thorny bushes, those hurt. Why don't you get out much? Where have you been? ARE YOU A SPY?" Boysie stamped her little hooves, very excited about the prospect of Sugar Plum being some sort of 007-esque traveling spy.
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