Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2012 8:53:18 GMT -6
What a miserable day!
The sky was overcast with a cold wind. The snow on the ground was somewhat dirty and slushy, constantly threatening to turn into sharp ice at the slightest provocation, but in the meantime, drenching any poor pony who had errands to run, and chilling them to the bone. In short, it was the kind of day where anypony who had business indoors, stayed indoors. And anypony who had business out of doors, went about their business quickly and tried to get home as soon as possible.
But this gray, gloomy day pleased Nyarai to no end. It was the perfect day to pick up a couple meals! The little filly had begun by rolling in the slushy muck to dull her coat somewhat. Of course, any pony that looked at her closely would soon see that she wasn't a normal pony, but a busy, tired, cold pony wouldn't take a second look! And it was particularly that type of pony that she was targeting today.
In her mouth, she carried a sharp bit of glass. This had been dulled on the side she carried it by, but other than that, it was a perfectly effective little tool, and almost invisible. As she walked to and fro among the ponies, she picked out ponies that seemed both in a hurry and carrying food in their saddlebags. When she saw one that seemed likely, she arranged herself in their way so that they would have to pass very closely. As she passed, she lifted her head and tilted it just so, in order to have the bit of glass kiss the seam on the bottom of one of the saddlebags, and cut the thread in multiple places. Gravity and the weight of the contents did the rest.
The pony stopped short and cried out in dismay as the bottom tore out of her saddlebag and apples, oranges, pears and carrots tumbled and spilled all over the street. Nya, ever the good filly stopped, turned, and began helping this poor pony collect her groceries. And if a couple oranges and apples were kicked... ahem... rolled out of sight, well, at least all the rest of the fruit was recovered, and stored in the other bag. The pony gratefully rewarded Nya with a pear, and hurried off. The mischievous little Zebra waited until she was well out of sight, recovered the wayward fruit, and along with the pear, stashed them in an old burlap sack she was hiding under a bush. Then she waited for the next one!~