Drabble – Bob and Bill

[rabidsamfan]

Whose little pony are you, to be wandering into my stable like you’ve been here betimes? Old Barliman he’s got ponies a-plenty, and oats are dear, what with all the troubles. But I don’t suppose as he’ll mind if I feed you once, and get these burrs from your hide.

Hold still, lad. How can you be so sure I’ve sugar in my pocket? Just a bit more brushing, now. You’re the image of a pony I once knew. Bless me if you’re not the very one. Why did they send you home?

Why haven’t they come back with you?




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