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At last, at long last! The stallion in front of her's lengthy conversation with the purveyor of the velveteen ambrosia that was an apple to a hypoglycaemiac has come at long last to an end! Finally, the seemingly limitless fountain of fluster that was this wretched blob of titanic tangerine-toned tan (well, that's what his hide would be if he'd stood between Maple and her prize a moment longer) had stumbled off, no doubt to cause great distress to greatly hungry ponies elsewhere. It was with Maple's first heroic step in her grand approach to the stand that, as soon as her forward hoof had disconnected from terra firma, that the shaking came again. The carrots were a flimsy barricade against this pure Prench Revolution of agonizing ravenousness and unending vibrato sufficient to make a tectonic plate blush. It was with Maple's second heroic step in her grand approach to the stand that, as soon as her forward hoof had reconnected with terra firma, that the shaking ended. Rinse and repeat, yada yada, until she reached the stand. By then, however, all four hooves had been cruelly forced away from the motherly earth and sprung skyward, and then come down again. But, the shaking would not last long against the sweet sweet fructose content of an apple and her digestive system's uncanny ability to derive fructose into glucose. Or something like that. Her acquisition of the fruit would be concise, precise, and require minimal exercise, lest the shaking begin again. Her plan was all there. It was simple. It was beautiful. It was 'Excuse me, but I'm so very hungry. May I please have one of my apples, of which I plan to buy one or more bushels, so that I may concentrate more completely? I have hypoglycaemia, you see. Of course, you have my word that I shall pay in full once the transaction is complete.' Deep breath. You got this. It was with Maple's first heroic jaw-opening in her grand request for an apple after approaching the stand that the stupid began. ~ "K-ken y-ye... jist lem'hivn ipl nao...?" ~ 'Haha, nope.' Said Maple's mind. 'Idiot.' Slam. Went Maple's body's hoof on the table. She didn't mean for it to happen, but mass plus gravity equals velocity. Or something. "S-s-sorrrry. Ap-p-pp-le, p-lea-lea-se?" Point. Went Maple's body's wibbly-wobbly hoof at an apple. Want. 'Let's give this another go, shall we?' "I... need an... apple... please." 'Better.' And indeed, better it was. Congratulations, Maple Abell Blossom! You just expressed your desires through oral communication! Brava, brava! Now, how 'bout that apple? Why, that is up to the merchant. At last, at last, at long last... you can eat.

Even if I did get over a dozen cast checks because I could never find a good place for him, Steven Magnet was a lot of fun to play. Was? Was... Aww man, now I miss him! Swim freely, O fabulous one~