My Little Pony Party Pooped นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I just hope he hasn’t… You know… done anything strange?” “You’re overthinking it,” I said. “Maybe. Anyway, forget that. There’s a party tonight. One of my guys is throwing another one for his bro.” “Another one?” “Yeah. Some idiot ruined the last one. Sent frogs and rats in a package. Can you imagine? The guy opened it thinking it was a gift, and boom, chaos ensued. Party scattered in like five minutes.” "Frogs and rats." I blinked. “Who would even do that?” I asked.

Eva just looks at us and says, “We jump.” “Jump? This isn’t the Olympics. This is Cheese Puff, not a warhorse!” I protest. Cheese Puff clears the log like a champion. I nearly fall off and eat moss. Parker’s horse, Doom Bringer, grazes dramatically for ten minutes before even considering movement. “Majestic,” Eva deadpans as Parker scrambles to remount. Hours pass with more teasing, more chocolate theft, and more proof that Parker’s singing voice should be considered a violation of international law.

That made me recall the charity gala I had attended with Jude, where Lotus had kidnapped me. I quickly shake off the memory the moment it comes. By evening, the party finally begins winding down. The twins are exhausted, and covered in cake. I don't ask how exactly it was possible. Some mysteries should remain unsolved. By the time we get home, both children are still talking excitedly. “Mum!” “Yes?” “I want a pony.” Linda had twenty ponies at her party. I could see why Allison got the idea. “No.” “A small pony.” “Still no.”

***Mike Pov*** I paused what I was watching at the company's cafeteria when I saw the message Angel had sent into our class W******p's group. In my head, what was she thinking before posting this because I had told her I was not gonna be around on that Sunday. My grandma wanted to take me to the small land she has gotten from the money we have piled up from my salary. I was also thinking another think because she was still tipsy when I boarded her a taxi to her house. Maybe she was high on something when she posted it. She called it Pun Party. Who even helped her with the name? To sincere, it was funny to me.

Ossey responds taking a swig from his drink. I frowned and pushed the half can of Monster drink away and he raised an eyebrow and removed the drink from his lips. Ossey was watching me strangely, then some girl decided to crank the volume up on her stereo and the flock of them began moving their hips to a song that constantly repeated the word 'sorry'. "Is it like a date thing?" I ask scoffing at all the rocket they were causing and pushing the earlier awkwardness aside. "Ah no, it's a high school party except you get to dress up, like cosplay."

But give it minutes. And in the middle of it all, Poppy stands on the ottoman like a tiny queen who just conquered a nation. Her long hair falls over her shoulders, bangs covering half her forehead, cheeks round and flushed, mouth running without brakes. She’s wearing a unicorn shirt, one pink sock, one yellow sock. Her green eyes lock onto me. She freezes for half a second. Her face shifts. Hands go straight to her little hips. “Mommy’s home.” “Before you say anything, she ate,” Hazel cuts in. “And her teeth were brushed. With witnesses.”

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But when I heard Draya enter the banquet hall sounding like she was the most satisfied woman on the planet, I downed as much as I could before I felt the burning sensation of the hairs growing on my chest. “Ugh!” I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. “What the fuck is that?” Aunt Judy let out an evil laugh like Ursula from The Little Mermaid and said, “That right there is my special potion. It’s gon’ make you brave, tough, and friendly with Monty like you oughta be. Now get out there and act like you don’t know nothing about what’s going on. I got a lil trick up my sleeve that’s gon’ give you some closure.”

The following day, even though Maxwell woke up feeling much better, he didn't repeat the mistake of giving in to the kids' demands once again. Infact when Paolo looked at him while they were all having breakfast at the dining table and excitedly chirped, "Uncle Max, yesterday's pony ride was so boring! It was a bit fun at the beginning but then I eventually got bored. I just kept on going just because of you. I didn't want to hurt your feelings since you seemed so eager to do it. Anyway, I know what we can do today that is really fun! How about we do the pony rides outside on the gravels? It will be just like real horse-riding in the open fields! I love ponies and since I don't have one, th

Next thing I know is that I'm being grabbed, your two minutes are up my love. Oy, did someone miss me because I was taking too long. Yes, this person right here. What did the party planner want to talk to you about? Well it turns out that she wanted to apologize for bullying me when we were in school together. Really she bullied you in school? Yep, she sure did. Well you're going to have to tell me about that sometime. As of now it is time to get on the dance floor and dance. Time to do the dance all left foot stomp, right foot stomp, hop now all, now cha cha, slide to the left, slide to the right. Everyone was enjoying the party well until the wee hours of the morning.