/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

”For your sneaky tendencies mister Scruti former cheif of intelligence for Griffinestone's Secret Security, I Princess Celestia of Equestria, judge of this court, sentence you to rehab on the Apples' farm in ponyville until they deem you reformed and redeemed.” A wooden hammer made a loud bang and muttering inside the courtroom followed.

A griffin with much larger eye on his left-side than on his right made a grimaced with his bent beck.

”I should have called my cousine Avi-ant if I didn't still owe him money. Instead, I had to hire a pony lawyer such as yourself and see how that turned out,” the griffin said as he turned towards the pony sitting besides him in the courtroom.

”But I kept you from a life time in prison,” the pony said.

”Tsk, amateurs.” The joke should really be that crimes in Equestria are few and mnor so everything has a soft punishment but whatefver. I got off track.

”Here, we are, mister Griffin. You got the whol' questroom by you'self,” said Applejack as she swept over the entire room with her hoof where she stood at theentrece of it.

”Oy vey! I mean chirpy chirp. This room is too small. I'm being opressed!” said Scruti.

”Nonesense, mister griffin. If cousine Braebrun has made do with this, I recon you can nest in it as well.”

”Nest? Is that because I'm a griffin? You are normalizing opressio-”

”Well, goodnight. Rememeber to not stay up too long. Our rooster is an early bird,” said appplecjack as she shoved Scruti inside and shut the door behind him.

”Applebloom, show our griffin friend how to feed the piggies. Okay?” said Applejack before she walked away.

”Sure thing, Applejack,” Applebloom shouted after her.

Applebloom and Scruti stood next to the piggies pen fence and on the other side had pigs gathered around a dirty bathtub next to the fence were they oinked at them. Applebloom removed the lid of a nearby barrel. Embeded in the bareel's swill was aplastic can which handle stuck up above the swill surface.

”Each day we give them four cans,” Applebloom said and then bit hold of the handle with her teeth.

She pulled up the can up filled to the brim with leftovers and what not and tipped it into the bathtub. All the little piggies dived with their muzzles first after itand began to shove the others away.

”Easy, easy.” Applebloom laughed and shook her head at the pigs fighting for the food. ”They are always hungry. Now you try.” She she lifted the can with her hoof towards Scruti.

Scruti took the can in his claw and brought up a half-full can.

”No, uncle Scruti. That is too little. Miss Rosy and mister Bert will go hungry if you don't give them full cups,” Applebloom said.

”These naziswines must pay for the shoah.”

”Old Granny Smith had a farm. E-I-E-I-O,” Applebloom sang as she skippedalong the path away from the hen house with Scruti behind her.

She began to walk backwards along the path as she looked at Scruti.

”Wanna sing with me? Next we sing about the animals that Granny has on her farm.”

Applebloom inhaed before she began to sing again, ”Old Granny smith a pi-”

”-Bugs! E-I-E-I-O! The filthy ponyim ate the disgusting bugs while we ate steak. E-I-E-I-O!”

”Eww,” said Applebloom and stuck out her tongue. ”Granny doesn't have any bugs.”

”Hehe... Hehe...”

”Now, Mister Scruti, you will experince the great feelin' of a day's earnest and hard work. Let me just fasten this harness on you,” Applejack said as strapped on a harness that was attached to a plow that also Big Mac was attached to.

”Chirpy chirp. This gives me PTSD-flashbacks from my ancestors that went through the shoah!” said Scruti.

Applejack pulled a strap with her mouth so it became tight and buckled it with her hoof.

”Does it look good, Big Mac?” asked Applejack.

”Eyuup,” said Big Mac who looked over his sister's work.

”No, loose straps?”

”Enope.”

”You have a low verbal iq, ponyim,” said Scruti to Big Mac.

”Eenope!”

”But I can't do this today, ponyim. It is sabbath