Post by coach on Nov 4, 2011 1:54:25 GMT -5
As the morning sun rose and the neighborhood rooster crowed the blue pony blinkingly opened his eyes. With have half open eyelids he looks at his calendar. “ “Ah come on now, it’s the weekend,” he mumbled groggily. Pulling the covers over his head did little to stop the piercing rays of the sun. He tossed in turned in every other direction till he finally gave up with a sigh. Dragging himself out of bed he made his way to the kitchen. There he rummaged through his cabinets, but didn’t find anything edible. With a shrug he looks back at his flank, “Guess I could skip a meal today.”
After getting himself ready he heads out to the town. Coach takes his time as he walks to enjoy the brisk morning air and the sights of the town before the morning rush. Last thing he wants is to be surrounded by a bunch of busy ponies and start feeling short of breath. Some of the shops were open but he didn’t really need anything from them, especially ‘Quills and Sofas’.
No school, no practice, no work and no responsibilities equaled one bored pony. Maybe he should’ve scheduled a scrimmage to help pass the time and give him something to blow his whistle at? “Next weekend for sure,” he thinks to himself. Continuing his morning walk his passes his most favorite of pastry shops. Inhaling the sweet smells he feels as if he’s walking on air as he approaches the doorway into Sugarcube Corner.
With a watery mouth he reaches his front hoof towards the door but freezes halfway. Retracting his hoof he pats himself searching for something. His eyes go wide with shock as he blurts out, “Oh horse apples, I’m broke!” With a face stricken with disappointment he turns back and heads towards the Pavilion.
After getting himself ready he heads out to the town. Coach takes his time as he walks to enjoy the brisk morning air and the sights of the town before the morning rush. Last thing he wants is to be surrounded by a bunch of busy ponies and start feeling short of breath. Some of the shops were open but he didn’t really need anything from them, especially ‘Quills and Sofas’.
No school, no practice, no work and no responsibilities equaled one bored pony. Maybe he should’ve scheduled a scrimmage to help pass the time and give him something to blow his whistle at? “Next weekend for sure,” he thinks to himself. Continuing his morning walk his passes his most favorite of pastry shops. Inhaling the sweet smells he feels as if he’s walking on air as he approaches the doorway into Sugarcube Corner.
With a watery mouth he reaches his front hoof towards the door but freezes halfway. Retracting his hoof he pats himself searching for something. His eyes go wide with shock as he blurts out, “Oh horse apples, I’m broke!” With a face stricken with disappointment he turns back and heads towards the Pavilion.