Post by derpyhooves on Aug 15, 2012 14:04:53 GMT -6
Most people would think that going out grocery shopping is a simple ordeal. There’s usually no big ordeal that comes from it and it is seldom a memorable experience. It’s something that should be simple, methodical, and even a little boring. Of course, Derpy Hooves never adhered to any of these words, no matter what she did, and whether she intends to or not. Naturally, something out of the ordinary found her, or she found it. It’s not too hard to believe that Derpy found herself in this position today; standing in the middle of the market place, surrounded by over a dozen scattered apples, looking at a pile of ponies who had fallen over on each other like a row of dominoes. Would you believe me if I said that such an elaborate mess was caused by that single cross-eyed Pegasus? It goes without saying that she really was a pony with a talent for getting herself into trouble.[/size]
This entire situation started out in the most innocent of ways. Derpy Hooves was out and about the Ponyville Marketplace, out to buy some groceries for herself and her precious daughter. She was doing her normal, Derpy-thing, casually fluttering about and keeping in her own little world. Everything was going smoothly until she drifted up to a certain apple-vendor, selling fruit from their cart on the side of the street. Their conversation went normally. The exchange of money for apples went without event. No, it wasn’t until Derpy tried to go across the street once she was done at the vendor’s cart that she got herself into some new mess. As she tried to fly across the street, a fast moving pony in some sort of mad hurry with his cart full of Celestia-knows-what came barreling down the road towards her. Not wanting to make him stop or get in his way, Derpy immediately flew backwards with a powerful motion with her wings to clear the street for this traveler. It seemed to be the polite thing to do, not to mention the safest. Of course, being a Pegasus, she probably could’ve just flown over the street, let the pony and his cart go on through, and avoided this whole thing. However, that just wouldn’t have been Derpy’s style, now would it? What really matters is that while she was moving backwards, she wasn’t watching where she was going. She slammed back into the apple vendor’s cart, forcing the thing to rock back and forth with the impact. As it rocked forward, gravity took the apples out of their piles and sent them rolling across the marketplace. Now, Derpy Hooves was more than ready to apologize for the mess, but it wasn’t over yet. Just as the apples went rolling, a different pony came trotting down the road, whistling a tune and not watching where she was going. It was like a bad slapstick comedy. She stepped on one of the apples and went tumbling forward. It just so happened that she tumbled forward and landed into the last person standing in a particularly long line for something, which caused that pony to fall into the next, and so on, and so on… Just like a line of dominoes.
And that’s how we got here; with a pile of moaning ponies surrounded by a bunch of bruised apples, with Derpy Hooves standing in the middle of it all. She looked around for a second, dumbfounded and slightly amused by the sight, before feeling the piercing glare of the apple vendor bearing down on her. The Pegasus looked over to the pony and sheepishly turned her ears backward, lowered her head, but still managed to give a small, apologetic smile. ”Oops. Did I do all that?” she asked foolishly. The vendor gave her a firm, angry nod that caused Derpy’s wings to droop a bit with guilt. Then, she looked down at the apples on the ground and got an idea. A quick grin came to her features as she thought that she had found the way to make up for her mistake. ”I’m sorry! Lemme help you pick up all these apples! I can help you dust them off, and they’ll be good enough to sell again!” She offered with enthusiasm. She honestly thought that it seemed like a good idea. She never really stopped to consider how they might all be bruised beyond value though. Wanting to help, Derpy bent over and picked up an apple with her mouth, but the apple vendor put a hoof on her shoulder to stop her.
”Oh no… Thanks, but no thanks,” the vendor interrupted. ”I think you’ve done enough for today.” Not really realizing that the vendor was trying to send her away, Derpy put the one apple she retrieved carefully back into the cart before giving a big smile to the angry pony. ”Oh, okay!” she chirped cluelessly. ”I hope your day gets better!” She turned around, ready to fly off, only to see the group of ponies getting back to their feet after their collective fall. Knowing that it was pretty much her fault, the grey mare figured that she could at least help out one of these ponies, right? With that thought in mind, she trotted over to a random body that hadn’t yet regained their footing. She offered them a hoof and a smile.
”Sorry ‘bout that,” she said with a genuine, yet upbeat tone. ”Are you okay?”