She didn’t wait for spike to get his breath before she scooped him up,slipped him into the pocket, and made a mad dash for the town. She didn’t stop until….a rock tripped her in the plaza.
If the snow could talk, it would probably be asking for rent.
As she began wondering if you could sue wayward rocks, she finally got to see the town around her, and began to stare in wonder. All around her were penguins doing all the things that ponies would do back home. They were walking, running, playing and talking like those back home.
In fact, some of the penguins seemed ...familiar.
A mint green penguin and a cream color penguin are sitting on a bench and nuzzling.
A brown penguin with a tie and a small screwdriver thing was running out of the pizza shop in a frenzy.
And most obviously, a grey penguin with crossed eyes and a blonde hairdo was skating around, slamming into everything. Twilight might have been filling in blanks, but she thought the penguin had said. “I ju