>>37973903>The purple unicorn asks.>“Can you spare 50 bucks for your virtuous neighbour next door?”>Both Anonymous’ and Fluttershy’s face drop, like somecreature let the air out of them.“Oh well…”
>Is all what both can manage. After a moment or two of embarrassing silence, Anonymous says.“I’m sorry, madam, but we don’t have any money.”
>The purple unicorn replies.>“Oh well, surely you must have something?”>Anonymous is about to shake his head but Fluttershy steps in.>“Nothing really either. Apart from the turnip and some nuts.”>“Ahh!”>The white one speaks up.>“A full festive meal for a poor, staving mare. How wonderful!”“Of course. What a suggestion.”
>Anonymous says through gritted teeth.“Fluttershy, would you kindly get the meal please?”
>And though an equally tight jaw, Fluttershy replies.>“Yes I will.”>As she trots off, Anonymous looks at the white unicorn. Staring at his pearly whites, Anon asks.“Good sir, I presume you’re a military stallion?”
>“Err… no, no no! I am not!”>He shyly stammers out, so Anonymous raises an eyebrow.“Oh, then I apologise, sir. It’s just that you remind me of somecreature.”
>Audibly sweating, he follows up.>“No! You must be mistaken, sir. I am just a simple stallion, doing his fair share for Equestria. And definitely not the General-in-Chief of the Royal Army.”“Of course, sir. If you say so.”
>Anonymous says defensively.“It’s just that with your hat on, you look like somecreature.”
>“I only wear this cap because…”>Thinking audibly, he blurts out.>“I am going bald.”“That’s a pity, sir. I suggest visiting the Mane & Fur Emporium. They’ll help you out.”
>With sweat dripping off his head, he thanks Anonymous as Fluttershy walks back in with a duffel bag.>“Here we are, all our food…”>“Oh, jolly good. Thank you very much, street urchin.”>The purple unicorn says as she takes the bag in her aura. Swinging it around her back, she orders the white unicorn out with her. 