Butterfly in the Orchard, chapter 2 by MattSeran, literature
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Butterfly in the Orchard, chapter 2
Chapter 2 The dance
It is the night before the Winter's Heart ball, Fluttershy is trotting through Ponyville heading in the direction of Carrousel Boutique. She is care free only thinking about the upcoming dance that she was invited to. She had made plans to stay and enjoy the ball with spike and Rarity, she even made preparations as to where to go afterwards.
As she turned the corner she notices something that brings her to a sudden stop, two stallions, one beige coated with orange mane and the other light blue with a brown mane in a short tail. the beige one had a visible scar cutting across the cheek from under his eye to the edge of
aventine was only 2 when she was adopted into the may family. james had first seen her at a cafe when she had walked up to him as if she knew him. ¨hello¨.james greeted her smiling. this had caused the small child to laugh. suddenly a girl around 18 came running up to him frantically saying ¨please their not much time take her. it means the difference between life and death for ava slo dont say to the authorities¨. before handing him a small blue blanket the running out the door. he got up to chase her but she seemed to vanished. he stode on the sidewalk with an uneasy feeling. picking up the small child he placed her in t
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it was another depressed day at the top gear production office for mackenzie. it had been this way for at least 3 ½ months ever since hammond had left for an undercover mission of bbc news for the war. this had meant that they couldn't communicate with each other. bbc had said he would only be gone for a month but that was before they lost connections so it was unknown about his condition. she still remembers the day she the day bef
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaves a flower
But only so an hour
So leaf subsides to leaf
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay
Robert frost