Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2012 6:49:17 GMT -6
((Note: Incase there is any confusion, Diamond Tiara had pink dialogue, Silver Spoon is in gray, and Rumble is just plain bold.))
"Hey Rumble, I heard if you stick your tongue to a light pole in Winter, it'll freeze right to the poll." the teasing voice of Diamond Tiara broke Rumble out of his daze. The gray Pegasus had been staring at a light pole for a few moments, specifically looking at street names. The colt had been debating where he wanted to go, and in what order when a pair of his classmates had shown up. As always Diamond Tiara was accompanied by Silver Spoon.
Rumble rolled his amethyst eyes at the pair. "Nuh-uh. That's just and old mare's tale. My tongue doesn't freeze to ice cubes or Popsicles, it wouldn't freeze to a pole." The colt didn't like the two fillies, or the way they were looking at him. While the two of them may pick on the Cutie Mark Crusaders most of the time, he was also a blank flank, and therefore subject to their bullying from time to time.
"Oh yes it will. My father once saw some moron stick his tongue to a railroad track as a bet. The fire department had to get the stallion's tongue off the track, because it was stuck"
"And they had to do it quick because they couldn't stop the train that was on the way. Took three stallions to pull him off in one go!"
"That never happened. You two are just trying to scare me." Rumble wasn't going to believe their story. The two of them were just trying to scare him so they could call him a chicken. Being called a chicken was a bit more insulting to a Pegasus than to another pony, aside from having your guts being brought into question, it was also a knock against one's ability to fly. No Pegasus liked being compared to a flightless bird. Little did he know that wasn't their plan.
"Fine. If you think we're wrong, just lick the light post and prove it."
"I'm not going to do that. It'll just taste yucky, and you two will laugh at me because you'll think you fooled me."
"That's just because you know it'll stick Rumble. I double dare you to do it."
"I double-dog-dare you to do it Rumble!"
"Look you two..." Rumble said, stomping a hoof into the ground, "I'm not going to fall for it. If it was something that could happen, my big brother would have told me about it." Thunderlane had given his brother good advice about various things to make sure the little colt didn't get himself into trouble, or accidentally cause harm to himself or others. Lessons like how to tell if a cloud had an electrical charge to it, or that lightning could start a fire. The older Pegasus probably thought his brother would never think of licking a random surface out in the middle of winter. It was common sense! He didn't go to school with Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon though...
"I triple-dog-dare you to do it, or are you a big chicken?" As far as schoolyard tactics went, Diamond Tiara had just gone for the jugular. Walking away would get Rumble branded as a chicken, and he wasn't about to give them that satisfaction at all. If they wanted to think they fooled him into believing some old urban legend, then they could think that, but they weren't going to call him a flightless bird!
"Fine, I'll do it! You two can't scare me with some story, and to prove it I'll even do it while flying!" Rumble huffed and began flapping his wings to get airborne, causing a tiny bit of snow on the ground to be blown around. All Rumble had on was a scarf, his winter plumage was enough to keep him comfy cozy so long as he kept his wings tucked against his body. The act of flight released all the heat his feathers had trapped, but it was worth it to get this over with.
Rumble only got a small distance into the air, but it was still higher than if he'd stood on his hind legs alone. He turned in place, stuck his tongue out, and pressed it to the light post. It was cold, and it tasted awful, just like he had said it would. When he went to turn back to the two bullies to prove them wrong something stopped him. His tongue... was stuck to the light post... just like they had said. The young flier let out a sound of confusion before pulling his head back a little to see if he just had to pull a little harder to get free, and then a sound of shock came from him when he realized he really WAS stuck!
"See you later!"
"Loser!"
The taunts and giggling of the two bullies faded along with the sound of their hooves as they ran away from the scene of the crime. The colt's eyes widened as panic began to set in. His wings began to flap frantically as he tried to keep himself in one spot, but any strong breeze could blow a colt like him off center. A gust of wind could blow him to the side, or if he got tired he could fall... and the ground was further away from him than his tongue was long. There was only one option, and it just HAD to be the one day he hadn't been forced to go outside with a jacket.
Rumble wrapped all four of his legs around the freezing light post.
The colt's garbled cries for help were joined by a very loud yell as he wrapped his body around the post that held him captive. If he clung to it as tight as he could, then he wouldn't fall and rip his tongue out of his mouth. There was no way to be sure, since he was finding it very hard to say anything intelligible with his tongue stuck to a poll, but there was the slightest chance that he may have let a few words slip from his mouth that would normally get his mouth washed out with soap.
"Heeeelpbbb. Mah ton ith thuck! Thomppppbbbony heeeeelpbbbtt"
"Hey Rumble, I heard if you stick your tongue to a light pole in Winter, it'll freeze right to the poll." the teasing voice of Diamond Tiara broke Rumble out of his daze. The gray Pegasus had been staring at a light pole for a few moments, specifically looking at street names. The colt had been debating where he wanted to go, and in what order when a pair of his classmates had shown up. As always Diamond Tiara was accompanied by Silver Spoon.
Rumble rolled his amethyst eyes at the pair. "Nuh-uh. That's just and old mare's tale. My tongue doesn't freeze to ice cubes or Popsicles, it wouldn't freeze to a pole." The colt didn't like the two fillies, or the way they were looking at him. While the two of them may pick on the Cutie Mark Crusaders most of the time, he was also a blank flank, and therefore subject to their bullying from time to time.
"Oh yes it will. My father once saw some moron stick his tongue to a railroad track as a bet. The fire department had to get the stallion's tongue off the track, because it was stuck"
"And they had to do it quick because they couldn't stop the train that was on the way. Took three stallions to pull him off in one go!"
"That never happened. You two are just trying to scare me." Rumble wasn't going to believe their story. The two of them were just trying to scare him so they could call him a chicken. Being called a chicken was a bit more insulting to a Pegasus than to another pony, aside from having your guts being brought into question, it was also a knock against one's ability to fly. No Pegasus liked being compared to a flightless bird. Little did he know that wasn't their plan.
"Fine. If you think we're wrong, just lick the light post and prove it."
"I'm not going to do that. It'll just taste yucky, and you two will laugh at me because you'll think you fooled me."
"That's just because you know it'll stick Rumble. I double dare you to do it."
"I double-dog-dare you to do it Rumble!"
"Look you two..." Rumble said, stomping a hoof into the ground, "I'm not going to fall for it. If it was something that could happen, my big brother would have told me about it." Thunderlane had given his brother good advice about various things to make sure the little colt didn't get himself into trouble, or accidentally cause harm to himself or others. Lessons like how to tell if a cloud had an electrical charge to it, or that lightning could start a fire. The older Pegasus probably thought his brother would never think of licking a random surface out in the middle of winter. It was common sense! He didn't go to school with Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon though...
"I triple-dog-dare you to do it, or are you a big chicken?" As far as schoolyard tactics went, Diamond Tiara had just gone for the jugular. Walking away would get Rumble branded as a chicken, and he wasn't about to give them that satisfaction at all. If they wanted to think they fooled him into believing some old urban legend, then they could think that, but they weren't going to call him a flightless bird!
"Fine, I'll do it! You two can't scare me with some story, and to prove it I'll even do it while flying!" Rumble huffed and began flapping his wings to get airborne, causing a tiny bit of snow on the ground to be blown around. All Rumble had on was a scarf, his winter plumage was enough to keep him comfy cozy so long as he kept his wings tucked against his body. The act of flight released all the heat his feathers had trapped, but it was worth it to get this over with.
Rumble only got a small distance into the air, but it was still higher than if he'd stood on his hind legs alone. He turned in place, stuck his tongue out, and pressed it to the light post. It was cold, and it tasted awful, just like he had said it would. When he went to turn back to the two bullies to prove them wrong something stopped him. His tongue... was stuck to the light post... just like they had said. The young flier let out a sound of confusion before pulling his head back a little to see if he just had to pull a little harder to get free, and then a sound of shock came from him when he realized he really WAS stuck!
"See you later!"
"Loser!"
The taunts and giggling of the two bullies faded along with the sound of their hooves as they ran away from the scene of the crime. The colt's eyes widened as panic began to set in. His wings began to flap frantically as he tried to keep himself in one spot, but any strong breeze could blow a colt like him off center. A gust of wind could blow him to the side, or if he got tired he could fall... and the ground was further away from him than his tongue was long. There was only one option, and it just HAD to be the one day he hadn't been forced to go outside with a jacket.
Rumble wrapped all four of his legs around the freezing light post.
The colt's garbled cries for help were joined by a very loud yell as he wrapped his body around the post that held him captive. If he clung to it as tight as he could, then he wouldn't fall and rip his tongue out of his mouth. There was no way to be sure, since he was finding it very hard to say anything intelligible with his tongue stuck to a poll, but there was the slightest chance that he may have let a few words slip from his mouth that would normally get his mouth washed out with soap.
"Heeeelpbbb. Mah ton ith thuck! Thomppppbbbony heeeeelpbbbtt"