Dash was tearing up. How could this be happening?
“Aww, don’t be sad Dash,” said Pinkie.
“Look, this’ll cheer you up. I brought you a friend.”Seemingly out of nowhere,
Pinkie produced a brightly painted blue and yellow skull. It was about pony
sized, but it had a very defining feature: a beak.
What’s this, some kind of giant bird?
Dash gaped in shock. “Is…is that….is…that?”
“Hey, Dash lets hang
together. These ponies are lame-os. Dweebs dweebs dweebs,” Pinkie mimicked.
Oh, huh, sounds like it was a friend of Dash’s.
“I caught her right before she left town. Remember when I left the party
for about twenty minutes? That wasn’t enough time to play with her of course; I
had to wait till after the party to do that. But boy am I glad I did. It was
worth it for the flavor alone.
Jeez.
Griffons taste like two animals at once, it’s amazing.
Griffons… I guess if we already have talking ponies in three or more variants, griffons aren’t that much weirder.
Don’t griffons hate horses, mythologically speaking, though? I seem to recall that being the reason hippogriffs were a thing, as the personification of impossibility.
I know she didn’t have a number like everyone else in Ponyville, but
when was I gonna get another chance to try griffon? I probably should have
asked where she came from so I could have gotten more, but I forgot.
The griffons don’t know how lucky they are.
I’ll tell you what though, she was quite the fighter. She lasted a long
time, which was a lot of fun for me. I got the chance to play with somebody
other than a pony and try new things. It’s too bad she had such a meanie mouth.
She said so much bad stuff I just had to take her tongue out. You know, bad
language makes for bad feelings, Rainbow Dash.”
Ouch.
I… suppose it does?
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