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- >be a little moth pony colt named Marron
- >today is sunny, the wind is nice and breezy, the ground was soft and warm
- >it just made you
- >really... really
- >you struggle to keep your mouth closed, but your efforts are futile
- >from your mouth comes out a great big yawn that catches the attention of all the other fillies and colts on the play ground
- >sleepy...
- >scratching your head you mutter an apology, while you attempt your eyes to stay open for awhile longer
- >your eyes half-lidded, you scan the playground for just the right spot for an afternoon nap
- >you spy the sandbox
- >your legs instantly swivel over in that direction
- >memories of you loving the feeling of the hot sand caressing your fur
- >hot summer days on the beach
- >the cool ocean water
- >halfway there you stop yourself when your tired mind registers it's current inhabitants
- >it's the yellow moth colt and the green moth colt
- >you don't mind the company of the yellow, nerdy moth
- >he's quiet and really smart, you sometimes ask him for help in math
- >no it's not him
- >it's the green colt
- >while yellow over there is playing with his truck
- >green guy showed up with his fancy new toy backhoe and started shoveling sand over yellow
- >you could hear yellow's crying and green's laughing
- >you wouldn't wanna be in the middle of that
- >grunting you look elsewhere for your napping spot
- >you see the house-thingy
- >you like the house-thingy
- >nice and quiet, far enough to be secluded near enough that you can hear the bell
- >perfect
- >you reach it and start making yourself comfortable for your nap
- >you spin around in a little circle and lie dow-
- Hey dummy! Get out!
- >you feel a pulling sensation on your bum and next thing you know you're on your rump outside your house-thingy
- B-but I
- >orange boops you on the nose
- >your eyes tear up a bit cuz it hurt
- I don't care! I got here first so I can tell you to leave!
- >a feeling of indignation sprung up from the emotional wells of your heart, righteous fury burning through your flames!
- H-hey! I-
- >he boops you again
- I. Got. Here. First. Leave. Got it?
- >were instantly extinguished
- >you nod, tears in your eyes, you trudge over to the stump on the edge of the playground
- >huffing you curl up next to it, resting your head on the big root
- >breathing out, you try to relax
- >just as the feeling of sleep overcame you...
- HEEEY! I KNOW! DANDELION WANTS TO PLAY TAG!
- >you whimper and cover your head with your hooves
- >you just wanted to sleep
- >why is that so hard
- >the Big Three seems to have chosen the area near you for their games
- >Celestia knows how loud and rowdy they get
- >you shudder about how you heard they tied up Ms. Sepia and almost...
- >uuhhhh what's the word? Tour-should... her with sticks and stuff
- >and Dad always said that sticks and stones stuff, about them breaking bones
- >you remember him talking about something else about that not hurting
- >Dad was always able to not mind getting hurt
- >you remember seeing him wrestling with the mare down the street in his bedroom
- >and they say wrestling was a dangerous profession
- >and when something is dangerous that means it hurts a lot
- >right?
- >anyway you broke your leg once, that hurt really bad
- >you don't wanna feel that ever again
- >you curl yourself up tighter to block-out the noise of their playing
- >you just wanted to slee-e-eeeeeep ;-;
- >you curl yourself up even tighter, so tight you could almost pass for a ball
- >until you feel a pair of forelegs wrap around your form
- >you could only squeak at this sudden sensation
- AHAAHAAAHHAAAAHHAHAHAAAAA-S-STOP PUH-PUH-HAHAHAHAHAOHCRUDAAHAHAH-LEAAAAAAAASE
- >whoever was doing this started tickling you! the ba- no bad! That's a bad word and dad said you can't ever use that word ever again
- >or at least when you're 15, so he said
- >then you felt some tongue on the back of your neck and ear
- ANOHHAA HAHAHA NONOHAHANONSTOP S-STOPIGIVEIGIIIIIIIVE
- >they didn't
- >after awhile they did let up, lettign you look at your assailant
- >it's Orange Pop, one of the Big Three
- >catching your breathe and fully awake you were gonna get up to ask her why when she said
- Well, you looked kinda sad, soooooo I tickled you! Is that okay?
- >nodding, you dust yourself and shake your booty, tryign to get the dirt and cut grass off of your little butt
- So... wanna play with us? You seemed kinda lonely there.
- >you raised your hoof up as make a point about you being sleepy and wanting your nap
- >but you're not sleepy anymore
- Meeeeeh, why not.
- >Orange Pop grinned at you
- Okay then! You're it!
- >just as fast as she came she ran back, squeaking and squeeling with Flower Tart and Dandelion
- >shaking your head you give chase
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