Post by waxworks on Dec 2, 2014 4:52:39 GMT
It was a dark and stormy evening, something fairly atypical for Ponyville, but despite the town's general preference for gorgeous sunny days, sometimes the plants had a desperate need for a good ol' fashioned thunderclap roaring through the sky to perk them up. Of course there were also some ponies in Ponyville who would argue that stormy weather was not only equally lovely to sunny weather, but far more preferable, especially when the sky would turn jet black and the lightning would come down so hard that for moments the entire sky would go luminous white.
Anything to set the mood, so the saying went. One such pony who was intrinsically drawn to such weather was one of a particularly waxy white composition, known in Ponyville for being everypony's 'favorite' scaremonger, who maintained a brisk trade in the terrifying in that gaping edifice known as the Ponyville House of Wax. It was just such a shame, then, that at that moment she wasn't actually in Ponyville, and was missing out on this monstrous downpour that would certainly have put her in high spirits.
Instead, a small black face with brilliantly shining eyes peered out of one of the windows at the rain, with several dozen other, smaller sets of eyes joining in on his peering from various corners. Cobblestone wasn't terribly fond of wet, rainy days. He liked dry weather. Warm, dry, and if possible, slightly dusty. And dark. Well, it was dark out, at least. He sighed and peered back at his homework, leaning a black cheek on a black hoof and tapping at it with a pencil. It wasn't particularly hard, but if he finished it all now he wouldn't really have anything else to occupy his time this evening until his big sister got back from some distant errands she had to run.
Now generally, Ponyville was the sort of place where you didn't bother locking your doors. Although typically it was just polite to close your doors so they didn't gape wide open in a disturbing manner, making everypony think that something ominous was going on. Then again, if that's what you were going for, the House of Wax was doing a terrific job as its front doors swung back and forth in the torrential downpour that spattered the streets.
Anything to set the mood, so the saying went. One such pony who was intrinsically drawn to such weather was one of a particularly waxy white composition, known in Ponyville for being everypony's 'favorite' scaremonger, who maintained a brisk trade in the terrifying in that gaping edifice known as the Ponyville House of Wax. It was just such a shame, then, that at that moment she wasn't actually in Ponyville, and was missing out on this monstrous downpour that would certainly have put her in high spirits.
Instead, a small black face with brilliantly shining eyes peered out of one of the windows at the rain, with several dozen other, smaller sets of eyes joining in on his peering from various corners. Cobblestone wasn't terribly fond of wet, rainy days. He liked dry weather. Warm, dry, and if possible, slightly dusty. And dark. Well, it was dark out, at least. He sighed and peered back at his homework, leaning a black cheek on a black hoof and tapping at it with a pencil. It wasn't particularly hard, but if he finished it all now he wouldn't really have anything else to occupy his time this evening until his big sister got back from some distant errands she had to run.
Now generally, Ponyville was the sort of place where you didn't bother locking your doors. Although typically it was just polite to close your doors so they didn't gape wide open in a disturbing manner, making everypony think that something ominous was going on. Then again, if that's what you were going for, the House of Wax was doing a terrific job as its front doors swung back and forth in the torrential downpour that spattered the streets.