lullabye yawned and her eyes droop finally sleeping soundly
*Closes the book and leans forward, gently kissing both of them on the forehead*
both sleep soundly
(via quiethoof-bookpony)
I liked the way I sang it better. Anyway, onto the story, yes?
Ahem! In a hole in the ground there lived a shetland pony. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a shetish-hole, and that means comfort…
both settle down and listen to the story
This shetland was a very well-to-do shetland, and his name was Naggins. The Nagginses had lived in the neighbourhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and ponies considered them very respectable, not only because most of them were rich, but also because they never had any adventures or did anything unexpected: you could tell what a Naggins would say on any question without the bother of asking him. This is a story of how a Naggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected. He may have lost the neighbours’ respect, but he gained-well, you will see whether he gained anything in the end.
rhapsody falls asleep while lullabye keeps paying attention
…unsuspecting Bilbo saw that morning was an old man with a staff. He had a tall pointed blue hat, a dark grey coat, and a silver scarf over which a white beard hung down below his waist. “Good morning!” said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. “What do you mean?” he said. “Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is morning to be good on?”
lullabye yawned and her eyes droop finally sleeping soundly
(via quiethoof-bookpony)
I liked the way I sang it better. Anyway, onto the story, yes?
Ahem! In a hole in the ground there lived a shetland pony. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a shetish-hole, and that means comfort…
both settle down and listen to the story
This shetland was a very well-to-do shetland, and his name was Naggins. The Nagginses had lived in the neighbourhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and ponies considered them very respectable, not only because most of them were rich, but also because they never had any adventures or did anything unexpected: you could tell what a Naggins would say on any question without the bother of asking him. This is a story of how a Naggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected. He may have lost the neighbours’ respect, but he gained-well, you will see whether he gained anything in the end.
rhapsody falls asleep while lullabye keeps paying attention
(via quiethoof-bookpony)
I liked the way I sang it better. Anyway, onto the story, yes?
Ahem! In a hole in the ground there lived a shetland pony. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a shetish-hole, and that means comfort…
both settle down and listen to the story
(Source: lullabyeandrhapsody, via quiethoof-bookpony)
L:hiyya evewypony… i am wuwwabye.
R: wapsody h-here.
*both smile and lullabye waves*
hon.. watch your language around the foals.
WHY WAS I NOT TOLD THAT THEY COULD FULLY COMPREHEND SPEECH!?
*both arch an eyebrow… still learning but know small daily sentances*
*butterscotch tucks the foals in and kisses their foreheads*
they both giggle and wait for daddy
L:hiyya evewypony… i am wuwwabye.
R: wapsody h-here.
*both smile and lullabye waves*
hon.. watch your language around the foals.
WHY WAS I NOT TOLD THAT THEY COULD FULLY COMPREHEND SPEECH!?
*both arch an eyebrow… still learning but know small daily sentances*
(via quiethoof-bookpony)
L:hiyya evewypony… i am wuwwabye.
R: wapsody h-here.
*both smile and lullabye waves*
she smiles and points towards the cottage that they live in “mmma”
Hmm? That’s Butterscotch’s cottage. Do you want me to go there?
*nods with a squeek*
Ok….a-all I have to do is lay low and avoid Flare for a while until this blows over. Simple enough. ^^;
lullabye leaps off a building and glides down landing on pinch’s head
“squee?”
*Jumps slightly* GAH! SPARE ME! DX
….O-oh….h-hey, Lullabye. ^^;
blinks and squeeks again wondering why pinch jumped
Sorry if I scared you….I’ve just been having one hay of a day. >~>
*squeeks and slides down pinch’s neck onto his haunches*
*chuckles lightly* ^^
she smiles and points towards the cottage that they live in “mmma”
Ok….a-all I have to do is lay low and avoid Flare for a while until this blows over. Simple enough. ^^;
lullabye leaps off a building and glides down landing on pinch’s head
“squee?”
*Jumps slightly* GAH! SPARE ME! DX
….O-oh….h-hey, Lullabye. ^^;
blinks and squeeks again wondering why pinch jumped
Sorry if I scared you….I’ve just been having one hay of a day. >~>
*squeeks and slides down pinch’s neck onto his haunches*
