#muffin trees

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Okay, I'm just gonna go drop Dinky off with her babysitter and then I'm gonna go to Canterlot for no raisin!

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Random Story One

[AN: This is what happens when you get bored in PE.  Done by me and lifeofalazypanda.tumblr.com and my other friend who has no Tumblr.  Isn't that tragic?

Anything in parentheses is random things I thought of post writing XD]

Magical toast was raining from the sky.  Amber was skipping around, eating the toast.  A dragon then came and ate Amber, along with the toast.  Then, a unicorn came and asked, “Why did you eat her?  Why?!”

            The dragon answered, “What, she wasn’t toast?  Oh…oops…”

            The dragon proceeded to spit Amber out.  Amber was kind of pissed, but she was very clad to not be eaten.  “That was interesting…” she said.

            Jessica then walked in on this scene.  “Amber, you are crazy.” She proceeded to pet her baby unicorn (the one that was talking to the dragon, apparently.)  “Name (pronounced Na-may) agrees too, right, Name?”

            The unicorn nodded.

            She then sat down to write something for G.A. (other roleplay) as Dorothy showed up to poke her.

            “Jessica, wriiite,” Doro complained.  “Pleease?”

            “I don’t know what to wriiite,” she moaned.

            The unicorn poked Dorothy.  Dorothy poked the unicorn back.

            Then, Amber started to talk to the dragon.  “What’s it like to be a dragon?  Is it fun to fly?  Do you live in a cave?  What is your name?”

            The dragon blinked in response-it couldn’t talk.  (as they pointed out to me later, it did talk earlier in the scene…maybe it can only talk to other mythical creatures?)

            Then the inconspicuous muffin tree proceeded to eat the unicorn.  (I didn’t know muffins ate anything, actually.  Let alone unicorns.)

            It cackled, but was soon set on fire by Jessica.  It soon became ash.  (there goes the muffins L)

            “Aw…poor unicorn,” Dorothy said nonchalantly.  “But now you can write more, Jessica.”  She poked Jessica again.

            “But what to write?!”

            “The part with Jason!” she said happily.  (Jason is a character in G.A., my favorite OC, coincidentally, though I seem to torture him quite a bit in the plotline.)

            “WHAT PART?!” (Jessica does not know what part I am talking about, unfortunately.)