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Wanted to try my hand at a Kinderquestria short green. Hope yall enjoy.

>Anon, the local human, is walking through town square on his way to Twilight Sparkle's Treebrary.
>They had come to the agreement that they would meet up once a week since his arrival a month ago.
>All is well until he hears something interesting.
>An argument between two ponies.
>Curiosity peaked, Anon redirects his aim to listen in, and perhaps try to help if possible.
>Roseluck raises her voice. "...Admit it, Berry, you took my balloon!"
>Berry Punch visibly recoils. "No, I didn't! I saw it float away!"
>Roseluck narrows her eyes. "Liar liar tail on fire! I saw how jealous you were! It was clear as day when I walked away from Hot Air's balloon stand and you didn't!"
>Berry Punch stomps a hoof. "It wasn't fair! I got there before you did!"
>Roseluck perks up. "Ha! So you admit it!"
>Berry Punch freezes.
>Roseluck smirks with victory as her nose points higher and higher with pride. She sticks out her tongue to solidify her point.
>Berry stammers.
>Her face blushes with embarrassment and anger. "Y-you- You stupid head!"
>Roseluck gasps loudly.
>She's stunned.
>She stands there as if she just witnessed her house exploding.
>Her legs begin trembling. "I- You- Wha-"
>Berry Punch takes a step forward aggressively. Her face now warped into a grin. "Ha-ha! Dummy! Fart smeller! Flank scratcher!"
>Each insult punctuated with a step closer, earning a tiny flinch from Roseluck with each one.
>Roseluck begins to tear up with overwhelming emotion.
>She snaps.
>"I'M TELLING MAYOR MARE!" She screams as she gallops away.
>Berry Punch's smug grin vanishes immediately.
>Her ears pin back as her tail sags. Her mouth hangs open in horror.
>Her body trembles, muscles binding like a spring waiting for the trigger from her brain.
>She begins galloping after Roseluck.
>"WAIT WAIT WAIT DON'T TELL DON'T TELL I'LL GIVE IT BACK!"
>Roseluck yells behind her as she continues galloping away, eyes full of tears. "I DON'T WANT IT ANYMORE!"
>Ponies watch through windows and from behind market stalls. Their faces all some mix of horror and heartbreak.
>Anon stands there in the middle of the street, expression blank.
"Good Lord." Anon mumbles to himself. "Yall really do have the emotional fortitude of a wet paper bag."
>A nearby stallion gives him a stern look. "That’s very insensitive, sir. Roseluck is hurting."
>Anon looks around at the rest of the market square. Nopony says anything, but the sheer weight of their disappointed stares begins to press down on him like a dozen velvet pillows.
He sighs and rubs his temples. "Alright, alright, jeez."
>Anon mumbles to himself as he continues walking down the road.

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Kinderquestria/Anon in Pone Prison #69 - premature death edition