My Little Pony Monthly Issue 25 (April 1,
My Little Pony Monthly
Established June 1997
This Newsletter is Child-Friendly
E-mail Tabby ([email protected]) to be removed from the mailing list.
Warning from the editor-- This is one really long issue! ^.~
Letters to the Editor
[email protected] As always, Tabby, I'm loving your newsletter! Keep up the
marvelous work! Also, I was paging through the newsletter (I glance through it, and copy and
paste it, so I can read it better later on) when the title of "Ides of March" caught my eye. My dad
was just telling me about that in Shakespeare yesterday (which was February twenty-eighth!).
Talk about coincidences!
Talk to you soon,
Katie/Gusty-- the Hockey Pony
And now, the exciting conclusion! My Little Pony Monthly owes a great big thank
you to C. Alan Loewen for his epic, "All the Pretty Little Ponies." It has been a pleasure to
unfold the story for the past twelve months. Be sure to e-mail [email protected] with your
feedback. Maybe we can convince him to write more stories! ^.^
All the Pretty Little Ponies
(A Revisionist Interpretation of the MLP Mythos)
The Final Chapter
C. Alan Loewen
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
For Candice and Allison
Synopsis: Megan, an eleven-year-old orphan who lives with her Aunt Constance,
has been given guardianship over seven magical ponies also known as the Seven Sisters, the
enchanted daughters of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere, who were turned into ponies by
Arthur's evil half-sister, Morgan. Through many adventures and Morgan's defeat, Megan has
now brought the ponies back to Britain and their parents. Comments and constructive criticism
may be sent to [email protected]
The ponies were glowing, their manes floating in an ethereal light as Morgan's
magic became undone. Painlessly and silently, unicorn horns receded, wings disappeared, faces
changed and hooves turned into hands and feet. In moments, the seven daughters stood before
Sarah, Megan, and Aunt Constance, smiling and laughing.
Weeping with joy, Sarah and Megan brought them the fine dresses their father had
supplied. The oldest stepped forward, her eyes shining with wisdom and a maturity far beyond her
years. Her skin was so fair as to be almost white, a shade that matched her hair. "I am Alcyone,
the eldest of Arthur's daughters; but to you I always wish to be known as Twilight." She took the
offered clothes and stepped back as the next oldest stepped forward with shining eyes that glowed
"I am Celaeno, but I would be pleased if you called me Starlight."
The next oldest stepped forward, a pretty girl with hair so black it glimmered with
blue highlights. "My name is Electra, but to you I always want to be known as Bowtie."
Two twins stepped forward as alike and indistinguishable as two peas in a pod.
Moving with grace and poise, they looked more like they flew than walked. "I am Maia," said
"I am Merope," said the other.
"Medley?" Megan asked Merope. "You're leg isn't broken anymore?"
Merope laughed and flexed her arm. "It was my arm, silly, and I like it when you
call me Medley."
"And," Maia added, "please call me Firefly."
Another daughter of Arthur stepped forward, looking as if she had barely seen her
tenth summer. "I'm named Asterope," she said shyly, "but I want you to call me
The last little girl came rushing forward and threw her arms around Megan in a
strong embrace. Her hair as black as coal, she looked up into Megan's face laughing with sheer
joy. "And call me Ember ‘cause I don't like the name Taygeta."
Moments later, seven young girls clothed in fresh white dresses began walking
down the hill, and were followed by two travel-stained girls and one woman. Spike had followed
them and stayed away at a respectful distance knowing instinctively that his presence would
spook the horses. Madra had found his way back and sat at King Arthur's feet as if born to the
When Arthur saw his daughters coming down the hill, he ran to meet them and tried
to hug them all at once. With the breaking of Morgan's curse, the girls' memories had returned in
a flood and they joined their father with cries of delight and tears of joy.
Dubricius had supplied extra horses and the party rode to Camelot, the great castle
that housed the Round Table and King Arthur's Court.
On the ramparts, Megan stared at the queenly woman who waved at them as they
approached the gates. Mother Ellen had been right, as well as the murals at Dubricius' Sanctuary.
Megan did look very much like Guinevere.
Megan leaned over in her saddle to where Sarah gamely tried to keep her balance
on the back of a large Shire. "Is this a dream? Am I asleep?"
Sarah winced as her huge horse bounced her up and down on its back. "Not the
way I'm feeling," she replied.
Aunt Constance said nothing, but stared at the wonders around her in mute
Later, bathed and washed, Megan and Sarah stared at their reflections in the mirror.
Clothed in a high-waisted dress of some shimmering green material and a simple band of gold
adorning her head, Megan looked like a princess just stepped out of some storybook. Sarah was
dressed in a red version of the same dress and was also captivated by her reflected
There was a knock on the door and Aunt Constance walked in escorted by
Dubricius. Aunt Constance's dress was made of shimmering silk embroidered with intricate
designs of gold thread. Dubricius wore clerical robes of gray that fitted his new solemn
"I have the pleasure," he said smiling, "of escorting three lovely ladies to a
The feast was another wonder, and Megan was convinced that for her the wonders
would never stop. During the meal, troubadours sang while jugglers and flame eaters entertained
the crowd. The seven sisters insisted that Megan and Sarah sit with them and, for Megan, the rest
of the festivities were nothing but a blur of activity and emotion. She did notice that Madra was
sitting at the feet of the king and that Aunt Constance sat to the right of Dubricius. Spike was
nowhere to be seen and Megan hoped he wasn't lonely.
It was some time later when the room finally became quiet and Megan realized that
the entire hall was looking at her. "Yes?" she said, dimly aware that somebody had spoken her
"Megan," Dubricius said again. "Please come and join us here."
As if sleepwalking, Megan approached the seats where King Arthur and Queen
Guinevere sat. "Megan," King Arthur said, "Dubricius has told us that you and your Aunt
Constance are direct descendants of our line. It was you who was given guardianship of our seven
daughters and it was you who brought them back to us."
"Oh, no," Megan interrupted. "I had the help of my Aunt Constance and my friend,
Sarah. And then there was Madra and Spike and Twilight."
King Arthur raised his hand. "We are well aware of those that helped you, but even
with that assistance, it does not negate the important role that you played. Please accept this gift
as a token of our appreciation."
With that, Guinevere leaned forward and placed a gold chain around Megan's neck.
At the end of the chain was a medallion intricately carved from a single piece of agate with the
symbol of the Pendragon.
It was days later, days of feasts and sitting in the royal gardens and being introduced
to the life of Camelot and meeting knights of legend, when word came from Dubricius that it was
time for Sarah, Megan, and Aunt Constance to return home. "Though we would want you to stay
with us forever," Dubricius explained, "this is not your time or your place. All must be made
It was a tearful farewell for the seven sisters. All of them wanted to weigh them
down with gifts, but in the end, knowing they had to still walk the Wood of the World, all they
took were small mementos. Twilight gave each a small book of poetry she had painstakingly
Starlight gave each of them a small ornate candle holder. "When you light the
candle, think of me," she said.
Bowtie gave them hair ribbons made of silk and decorated with gold thread.
Firefly and Medley presented them with a small statue of a bird carved from
Applejack gave them an apple carved from marble.
And finally, Ember, crying over having to say good-bye, gave them each a lingering
caress and a tender kiss.
The only regret that Megan had was that after saying good-bye to the sisters and
Madra, she never got a chance to say good-bye to Spike.
The trip back to the Wood was very short. It first took them to the Mushrump
where they met the Moochick and his new employees, Hydia, Reeka, and Draggle who were
slowly learning the art of cooking with mushrooms. The next day they arrived at Mother Ellen's
where they shared the tale of their adventures over slabs of homemade bread; and finally, the
Wood delivered them safely back to their own backyard only to discover that to the best they
could figure they had only been gone for five minutes.
Several weeks later, Sarah and Megan reminisced over their adventures while
enjoying iced tea in Aunt Constance's backyard. Since Megan was descended from King Arthur
and Sarah was descended from his half-sister, they were delighted to realize they were distantly
related over many generations.
"School will be starting soon," Sarah said dreamily. "After the summer we've had, I
can't imagine too many surprises waiting for us that will top what we've experienced."
Megan was on the verge of agreement when the backyard shimmered, and, once
again, the ancient trees of the Wood of the World stood regally silent in Aunt Constance's back
yard. To their surprise, a giant winged dragon slithered through the trees and onto the back porch.
Its head as big as Megan, it stared at the girls through emerald green eyes.
"Spike?" Megan asked tremulously.
It hissed in appreciation and purred. "Sshpike is a good boy," it hissed. "Girls need
Megan and Shhharah to find grail. Sshpike bring you back to Camelot."
Megan laughed and rubbed the crest over the dragon's eye as it purred in delight. "I
think," she said to Sarah, "that our summer vacation just isn't over with yet."
Un-jumble these words! Scroll down to see the answers.
flowers, fever, babies, love, Easter
Baby Applejack's Secret Friend
by Ciara Catalina
"Nobody wants to play with me," Baby Applejack said, walking gloomily over to
the gazebo near the apple trees. She looked up to the sky where all the baby pegasi were playing
tag. She sighed. The baby unicorns were playing hide-and-seek in the forest, and the rest of the
baby earth ponies had gone on a picnic before she had woken up from her nap.
I can't fly, so I can't play tag; and I can't wink, so I can't play hide and
seek, the lonely Baby Applejack thought. Slowly, she walked to the edge of the apple tree
grove and sat under her favorite tree. She let her mind wander and was startled when three
strange creatures appeared.
Baby Applejack leapt behind the tree, and spied on the creatures. As she calmed
down, she realized that the creatures were dragons. Like Spike, she thought.
"I'm glad we got rid of that annoying pest!"
"Yeah, me too. I was beginning to wonder if we'd ever get rid of him!"
The third dragon remained silent.
"Well," the first dragon began, "we'd better go before we're seen." The threesome
quickly moved towards the fence that separated the forest and tree grove, and disappeared out of
Who is ‘he'? Baby Applejack wondered. Some lilac bushes moved, and
she bit back a scream. The bushes moved again, and Baby Applejack moved forward, very
curious. She parted the bushes, and found nothing but a sack!
Somewhat confused, Baby Applejack pretended to leave, but really hid behind an
apple tree. Now I'll find out who was behind those bushes! she thought with anticipation.
She wasn't prepared for what happened next. Baby Applejack gasped when a dark
blue-- almost black-- baby unicorn appeared. His symbol was a black and shadowy pony.
Forgetting that she was hiding, Baby Applejack stepped out from behind the tree and demanded,
"Who are you?"
He whirled around, surprised that she was still there and began to bolt in the other
direction. Baby Applejack ran after the fleeing pony and tackled him. Holding him down, she
said, "You can't run, so you might as well tell me your name!"
He considered this and replied, "But I can wink out!"
Baby Applejack nodded, and then said, "I know, but won't you tell me who you are
and why the dragons left you here in a sack?"
The pony looked up sharply when Baby Applejack mentioned "dragons." He
sighed and finally said, "I'll tell you who I am if you'll get off me." Seeing her look of doubt, he
added, "And I promise I won't wink out again."
A little embarrassed, Baby Applejack jumped to her feet, and the new pony stood.
"My name is Baby Shadow. I don't know where I'm from, because ever since I can remember,
I've lived with those three dragons. I used to think that I was going to live peacefully and happily
until I was big enough to start ‘working' for long periods of time." Baby Shadow shuddered at
"I thought that it was a game, having me pull wagons two times the size of myself,
and that the dragons would tire of it and everything would go back to normal. It didn't," he said
flatly. "Instead, when I told them I was tired of pulling stuff, I was forced to pull larger amounts
and got almost no rest.
"So, I began to cause trouble to make them see that I meant business. I would wink
out when pulling big carts. I'd easily slip out of the harness and watch the cart go rolling back the
other direction. The dragons hated it. They tried to catch me once I was free; I would be caught,
and then I'd do the whole thing over again!
"Then I decided to stay free of their harnesses. I would still cause trouble, but they
couldn't catch me. Until today. Now I'm stuck here ‘cause I don't know the way back," Baby
Shadow said with a sigh.
"You can stay with us! Majesty, the queen, won't mind and you'll have fun with all
the other baby ponies!" Baby Applejack said excitedly.
"No! I can't stay! No one would want me," he replied sadly.
Baby Applejack's face fell. "I want you to stay," she said.
Baby Shadow considered this and said, "Alright, I'll stay. But only if you promise
not to tell anyone about me!" Baby Shadow turned to Baby Applejack and looked her in the eye.
She stared back at him and said, "I promise I won't tell anyone without you saying
Baby Shadow grinned. "Let's get something to eat; I'm starving!" He winked out
and Baby Applejack led the way to Paradise Estate's kitchen.
* * *
"What's gotten into Baby Applejack? She's always eating enough for two and
always stays by her self. Even when the other babies are playing, she'll play all alone." Skydancer
looked at Wind Whistler.
Wind Whistler shrugged. "I don't know; maybe we could find out if we have
someone follow her, and just watch what she does," she said; for once she was at a loss of what
Skydancer nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! That's it! Gusty can follow her!
Thanks, Wind Whistler!" Skydancer called out as she flew off to find Gusty.
A few minutes later, Baby Applejack left to go to the apple tree grove with a pack
of food, unaware that Gusty was following her. Once in the grove, Baby Applejack cried out
softly, "Baby Shadow! I'm here; where are you?"
Gusty positioned herself to be able to see the entire grove without moving too
much. She let out a small gasp when a dark blue baby pony appeared in front of Baby Applejack.
Giving Baby Shadow the sack of food, Baby Applejack sat down and asked, "What
are we going to do today? Are we going to go swimming, or looking for treasure again?"
Baby Shadow munched on an apple and replied, "Do you want to go--"
Gusty sneezed and Baby Shadow turned and said, "Who's there?"
Gusty almost cried at the sound of suspicion, distrust, and fear in the baby's voice.
What should I do? Gusty wondered. Might as well show myself, she concluded.
Gusty stepped out from her hiding place.
Feeling betrayed, Baby Shadow cried out, "You promised you wouldn't tell
"I didn't tell Gusty! She must have followed me!" Baby Applejack looked hurt.
Baby Shadow's look of betrayal disappeared when he nodded, completely trusting
Gusty watched the interchange between the two baby ponies, then interrupted.
"Baby Shadow is your name?"
When he nodded, Gusty continued. "Where did you come from? And why didn't
you want anyone to know that you were here?"
Baby Shadow sighed. Then he told his heart-breaking story to Gusty. When he
stopped, they all were silent, thinking their own thoughts.
So that's why Baby Applejack had been so distant and going off by herself so
often! Gusty thought.
Baby Applejack's and Baby Shadow's thoughts weren't as light-hearted as Gusty's.
Will I be able to stay? Baby Applejack is my only friend! Baby Shadow thought, fearful
of his future.
"He has to stay! He's my best friend and he doesn't have anywhere else to go!"
With Baby Applejack's outburst, Gusty's thoughts were abruptly ended.
"We'll go see what Majesty has to say, and she'll decide if Baby Shadow can stay,"
Gusty said, already sure that Baby Shadow would be staying.
And Gusty was right; they took Baby Shadow and Baby Applejack to Dream Castle
where Majesty put their fears aside by saying that Baby Shadow could stay. Baby Shadow fit
right in with the rest of the baby ponies, but Baby Applejack was his only best friend.
¤ THE END ¤
Tabby's New Pet
For this story... I must thank Cleve Clove and Merry Treat. I could ramble on
explaining why I need to thank them, but I'd probably bore you all to death. ^.~
First, Clever Clover had brought his Rattata into the clinic. Then he'd gotten her to
start watching the show. Tabby threw up her hooves in despair. Yep, she had to admit it-- she
was hooked on Pokèmon.
At that moment, Tabby was sitting in her living room watching the "Island of the
Giant Pokèmon" episode. Team Rocket and Meowth were her favorite characters; she could
really sympathize with them.
Currently in the show, the other Pokèmon had tied Meowth up to a tree while they
feasted. Yeah, that sounded like something Mimic'd do to her.
That does it! Tabby thought to herself. I've simply got to get one of my
In that instant, she snatched up the receiver to her phone, which was conveniently
located next to her couch. She was going to put in a call to Clever Clover, one of the ponies who
knew the most about Pokèmon in Ponyland. If he couldn't help her, then she'd call Merry
"Cleve Clove!" she hissed after dialing his number. "You've got to get me a
"Meowth?" Clever Clover questioned. "Going into Pokèmon training, huh?"
"Possibly," Tabby put in quickly. "But for now, I just want one for a pet. I'll pay
you one thousand jangles if you'll get me one."
"That's a third of your monthly salary," Clever Clover figured. "How about
Tabby narrowed her eyes in annoyance. "You mean one thousand five hundred?
Isn't that a rather greedy amount to be asking of a close friend?"
"Meowth Pokèmon are hard to come by," Clever Clover explained. "In all my
searching around for Pokèmon, I've never seen one before."
"Plus the fact that you're off work for the winter and you have no source of
income," Tabby figured. Clever Clover was an archeologist, and during the winter there were no
dig sites to work at. "Hmm... oh, fine. If you can find a Meowth, I'll pay you one thousand five
hundred for catching it."
"Right," Clever Clover said agreeably. "Of course, it might be awhile before I'll
"Just make sure he doesn't talk in Japanese," was all Tabby said as she hung
* * *
On her way to work at the vet clinic, Tabby skipped along merrily as she
daydreamed about owning her own cream-colored cat with long, pointy whiskers sticking out of
his head. She pushed through the doors and made her appearance in front of Sugarberry.
"You look excited about something," Sugarberry commented.
"Cleve Clove is going to get me a Meowth," Tabby declared breathlessly as she
clutched her two front hooves together dramatically.
"A Meowth?" Sugarberry questioned. "That's one of those Pokè-mans you and
Clever Clover are always talking about, right?"
"Exactly," Tabby said dreamily. "He is just so cool-- Meowth, that is. I can't wait
until I have my very own."
"I'm sure Clever Clover will find you one soon," Sugarberry assured her. "He's
Tabby just hummed happily as she walked into her office and swung the door
* * *
Two days passed. Tabby was getting impatient. She had gotten no word from
Clever Clover, and that annoyed her. That evening after she got back from the Satin Slipper
Sweet Shoppe, she put in another call to him. "Well?!?!?!" she said immediately after he had
Clever Clover acted as if he had been expecting the call. "I told you they were hard
to find... I haven't seen a single Meowth, yet alone caught one."
"Hmph! I'm beginning to give up on you, ol' Cleve Clove."
"Hey, you callin' me ‘old'?"
Tabby waved her hoof through the air in dismissal, even if Clever Clover couldn't
see it. "Just keep searching... meanwhile, I'll look for some more sources."
Next Tabby called another of her friends, Merry Treat. "Merry Treat, I need a
Meowth," she complained. "I'm paying Cleve Clove to catch me one, but he can't even find
"Just go catch it yourself; it's loads of fun," Merry Treat advised.
Tabby sighed. "Catch one myself? However would I do that?"
Merry Treat went on. "All you have to do is get it too tired to resist, then throw a
PokèBall at it. Poof! It's all yours! That's my strategy."
Tabby was skeptical. "How do you go about getting it tired? How do you even go
about finding one?"
"Ah, there is one attack that works every time," Merry Treat said wisely, but
ignoring the second question. "Confusion. Not psychic confusion--"
"I'm confused already," Tabby interjected.
"--all you have to do is yell, ‘Pokèmon, confusion, run now!' " Merry Treat
continued. "It will run in circles until it gets too tired to resist."
"Err... well, thanks. Talk to you later!"
* * *
The next morning on the way to work, Tabby pondered her dilemma. It wasn't that
catching one herself wasn't a good idea, it's just that she didn't know where to find a Meowth.
Plus, there was the fact that she didn't feel like doing it, anyway.
"Advertising!" Tabby exclaimed aloud. "Someone in Ponyland has to have a
Meowth for sale!"
And so, after work, she rushed down to the newspaper office; the paper was sent to
inhabitants of both Dream Valley and Friendship Gardens. Quickly, she submitted the ad
declaring that she was looking for a Meowth and would pay one thousand, five hundred jangles
Then Tabby walked along to the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe, mumbling to herself.
"La de da. Hum de dum. Prepare for trouble, and, err... anyway... la de da."
She joined Sugarberry and Tiffany at their table, wearing a smug expression on her
Sugarberry looked up at her. "What have you done this time, Tabby?"
"I'm just sure to get a Meowth now!" Tabby exclaimed.
"What's a Meowth..." Tiffany murmured distractedly as she batted her eyelashes at
a good-looking stallion that had just walked in.
Tabby shook her head in dismay. "You don't even know about Pokèmon,
Tiffany didn't answer. "Look at that cute guy that just came in. I've simply got to
go talk to him!" With that, she flounced off to another table.
Tabby rolled her eyes. "Typical, huh, Sug? Sug? Are you still there?"
Sugarberry was sitting with a glazed-over expression in her eyes. Suddenly, she
was jolted back into the real world. "Oh! Sorry, I was just coming up with an idea for my new
mystery. How are you sure to get a Meowth now?"
"Advertising," Tabby declared. "In the paper. My ad will be in tomorrow's issue!
Someone will have to call!"
"I hope it works out," was all Sugarberry said.
* * *
The next day at the clinic, Tabby asked every customer if they had a Meowth for
sale. "Your pet looks fine... say, do you happen to be selling a Meowth?"
The answers varied:
"A Meowth? What in the world is that?"
"Cute name for a cat. I hear the pet store just got in a new litter of kittens."
"I have one, but I wouldn't sell him for a million jangles!"
"My sister has a cat that she named Meowth. She's had her for ten years."
"Is that one of those weird Poke-things?"
"I've seen pictures of that creature! I don't want any mutant cats running around
Tabby sighed in dejection as her work day drew to a close. Most everyone had no
idea what a Meowth was, and the rare ponies that happened to own one wouldn't sell him. Well,
maybe someone'd call this evening.
Sugarberry raised her eyebrows when Tabby walked out of the check-up room. "I
hear you've been plaguing all the customers with Meowth questions, Tabby!"
"So?" Tabby said defiantly.
"You're making a nuisance of yourself," Sugarberry explained. "It's giving the
clinic a bad name."
"Hmmm..." Tabby responded, nodding her head. It wasn't like she was listening in
the first place. "Look at the clock, Sugarberry! It's nearly four, isn't it? Oooh, it's another of
those stupid hand clocks!"
Sugarberry sighed, knowing Tabby hadn't been paying attention to her lecture.
"It's three fifty-five," she figured out for her friend.
"Yes!" Tabby cried out jubilantly. "That's close enough to four for me. I'm outta
Sugarberry shook her head. "You're five minutes late every day. Don't you think
you could stay until four, at least once?"
Tabby answered with her usual excuse. "Sorry, can't stay!" And with that, she
flounced out of the clinic.
* * *
Tabby hung out at home all that evening, not even going out to the Satin Slipper
Sweet Shoppe. If someone called concerning her ad, she just had to be there!
The night grew late. Finally, around nine o' clock, the phone rang. Tabby was so
excited, she could hardly control herself enough to pick it up. "Hello! Have you got a
"Whatever are you talking about, Tabby?" Tiffany's voice said.
Tabby sighed. She knew she wouldn't get a Meowth out of Tiffany. "Never mind,
Tiff... it's nothing you'd know about."
"Why weren't you at the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe tonight?" Tiffany
"I'm waiting for a phone call," Tabby explained. "I had an ad in the paper."
"Hmm... interesting," Tiffany murmured. "Well, I have got to go. I'll see you
tomorrow night, I suppose?"
Tabby hated to leave the phone the next evening, but she had to admit she was
dying for a strawberry sundae. "Yes, I'll be there. Now, bye!"
* * *
The next evening, Tabby rushed home after a usual evening of gossiping with
Sugarberry and Tiffany at the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe. Tabby gasped in delight when she
looked at her phone-- there was a message recorded on it! She pressed down on the button and
listened intently to the message:
"If you want a Meowth, come to the cave at the edge of the Dark Forest tonight at
ten o' clock. Be sure to bring your jangles."
And that was how the message ended; it had been recited in a deep, gruff,
forbidding voice. However, Tabby was not scared off by the eeriness of the message. She trotted
right out the door towards the Dark Forest. She knew where the cave was; Clever Clover had
pointed it out to her a few times before.
Upon arriving there, she stood boldly at the entrance of the rocky formation.
"Okay, so, like, where's my Meowth?" she called out.
There was no answer. Tabby peered around, and frowned. Where was the guy
who had called? She wanted her Meowth, and she wanted him soon!
She trotted forward into the dark cave. "All right, is anyone here?" she demanded,
Tabby went back outside and looked around on both sides of the cave. "What's
going on here?" her voice shrieked out into the night.
"This is cheap," Tabby grumbled as she turned around to go back home. At that
moment, she heard a noise in the clump of bushes next to the cave. Her face turned red-- she'd
recognize that sound anywhere. It was the mocking laughter of baby ponies.
In a fit of fury, she pushed the bushes apart, exposing Baby Ribbs and Baby Whirly
Twirl, helplessly rolling on the ground laughing hysterically.
"Ha... ha... we got you!" Baby Ribbs gasped out between fits of laughter that had
possessed the two friends.
"You... you... you... nasty baby ponies!" Tabby shrieked in outrage. The giggling
"I disguised my voice good in the message, didn't I, huh?" Baby Whirly Twirl said
"Just go back home," Tabby said frostily. The two baby ponies ran off, still gasping
"Those baby ponies!" Tabby complained to the forest. "The things they do! Why
doesn't anyone believe me when I tell them?"
And then, a large, dark shadow appeared on the path. Tabby gasped slightly, not
realizing immediately who it was.
"Who out so late?" a familiar voice asked.
Tabby broke out grinning. It was Tiny, her bigfoot friend! "Oh, Tiny! It's me,
"Tabby," the bigfoot acknowledged. "Last time me saw you, you was looking for
Tabby winced slightly, recalling that event. "Oh, yeah, the treasure. That really
didn't work out."
"What you doing this time?"
"Some baby ponies played a trick on me," Tabby complained. "They said they had
a Meowth they'd sell me, but it was just a joke."
"Ooh, Meowth!" Tiny's face brightened, which Tabby could recognize even in the
dark night. "Me want to catch one, too."
"You catch Pokèmon?" Tabby exclaimed. "Cool!"
Tiny nodded his head. "Yes. Me hunt for them in the forest."
"Who have you caught so far?" Tabby prodded, striking up a conversation.
Tiny ticked off his fingers. "Me have Nidoran, Squirtle, Growlithe, an' Weedle.
Four so far."
"Do you have any ideas on where to find a Meowth?"
Cocking his head, Tiny answered slowly. "Me said before me couldn't find one
around here, but you might try the witches. They catch some Pokèmon."
"Okay, thank you, Tiny!" Tabby exclaimed. "I'll go visit them tomorrow. Do you
know them well?"
"Not really," Tiny answered. "Only ran across them a few times; they not very
"Well, I'll be seeing you!" Tabby waved to Tiny as she headed back home.
* * *
The next day was Sunday. Tabby hadn't gotten any other calls, and she'd given up
on the idea that anyone would come through. So, around nine in the morning, she decided to visit
the three witches in the Volcano of Gloom. She didn't personally have anything against those
three; they'd never done anything to her before.
Since she hadn't done much with her friends the past few days, on her way out,
Tabby stopped at Sugarberry's house. "Say, want to come with me to the Volcano of
Sugarberry looked shocked. "The Volcano of Gloom? You don't want to go
there, Tabby! Those witches-- they're bad news!"
"But I heard from someone they might have a Meowth," Tabby explained. "I have
to check it out."
Sugarberry shook her head. "Just don't stay long!"
* * *
Tabby trotted up the stone stairs that led to the top of the Volcano of Gloom. On
her way there, she'd also stopped by Merry Treat's house and the Royal Paradise, but both Merry
Treat and Tiffany were out. So, she was there alone. She knocked on the volcano's door. "Hey,
is anyone there?!"
The door opened a crack and a pair of eyes stared out at Tabby; the door was
quickly shut again. "Mother! It's one of those Little Ponies!" Tabby heard.
"That's Hydia to you, Draggle!" a voice screamed, and a few moments later, the
door opened. Hydia stood there, sizing up the pony before her.
"Hi! My name's Tabby!" Tabby said cheerfully.
"Tabby, eh?" Hydia replied after a pause. "What're you doing here?"
"I was told you might have a Meowth for sale," Tabby said. "I'm in dire need of
"You'd better talk to Reeka or Draggle about that," Hydia mumbled, grudgingly
admitting Tabby inside the shabby dwelling. "They're the ones that're into Pokèmon."
Tabby walked inside without thinking twice, and heard Hydia mutter, "This pony,
she wouldn't be any fun to put a spell on. She's not scared of us!" She hobbled off, calling to her
two daughters, "Listen to the pony, girls. Don't do anything rash without my permission!"
Now alone in the main room with Reeka and Draggle, Tabby looked them over.
Both were seated on the couch with an open book on the table before them. The book appeared
to contain detailed information about Pokèmon.
"So," Tabby addressed the two sisters, "do you happen to have a Meowth for
Reeka nudged her sister as she said, "We only sell our Pokèmon if you can beat us
in a match, or if you agree to be our slave for the rest of your life."
"Mother said not to do anything rash," Draggle commented. "Does making a pony
our slave count as ‘rash'?"
Reeka continued, ignoring Draggle. "So, which will it be?"
Tabby considered the two possibilities in her head. She didn't have any Pokèmon
to battle against the sisters, so that put that option out-- unless Clever Clover'd let her borrow
one of his. Most likely, though, he wouldn't trust her with either his Rattata or Farfetch'd.
That only left her with being their slave for the rest of her life. That didn't really
appeal to her; she'd be out of her job at the vet clinic and she wouldn't get her three thousand
jangle salary each month. She sighed. What was she going to do?
"And, Reeka," Draggle interrupted Tabby's thoughts, "we don't have a Meowth to
sell her, even if she did opt for either of those choices."
"Shut up!" Reeka ordered Draggle. "This pony doesn't need to know that yet--"
"You haven't even got a Meowth?" Tabby asked in dismay.
"Draggle!" Reeka shouted. "Don't you dare do that again!"
"You didn't tell me not to," Draggle whined.
"What about that nudge? That meant you were supposed to go along with
whatever I said!"
"How was I supposed to know that's what it meant?"
"You're a witch, that's how!"
"Witches don't know everything!"
"Well, you wouldn't know, because you don't pay attention to all the lessons
Mother gives us!"
"What about you? You're as bad as I am!"
During the argument, Tabby slipped out of the dwelling place and fled down the
* * *
Tabby was somewhat subdued that night at the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe.
Tiffany and Sugarberry, however, were still talking.
"Pristina came in last night with the most awful scratches on her face," Tiffany
"Scratches? What kind?" Sugarberry questioned.
"There were three long lines, right across her face. It looked terribly painful."
"How odd-- Clever Clover brought a squirrel into the clinic this morning with those
same kinds of scratches."
"Oh, Clever Clover was so brave to risk his life to save that of a squirrel. It must
have been deadly vicious."
"He didn't seem to have a problem handling it-- Clever Clover has a way with
After talking for awhile, Tiffany commented, "Tabby hasn't been herself
"She's depressed because she hasn't found herself a Meowth yet," Sugarberry
Tabby stared down into her strawberry sundae and said nothing.
"I still don't know what this Meowth thing is I keep hearing so much about,"
"Well, these Pokèmon are all different sorts of critters, and Meowth is a cat-like
one," Sugarberry gave a brief definition.
"She already has Callie; why would she need another cat?" Tiffany pondered.
"Meowth is cool; that's why!" Tabby suddenly snapped.
Sugarberry shrugged. "At least we got her to say something."
"And Meowth talks," Tabby went on. "That's more than I can say about
"Personally, I wouldn't like it if my cat, Theodora, started talking," Tiffany said.
"It's like she'd be rubbing in that she's more intelligent than I am. Just look into those eyes!
They're so intelligent."
"Meowth is cool," Tabby repeated, as if in a trance.
Sugarberry exchanged a look with Tiffany. "Tabby, you've got to get your mind
off Meowth for a little while. Someday, you'll come across one. For tonight, let's just..."
"Go to the bowling alley!" Tiffany blurted out.
"Not the bowling alley," Tabby said crisply. "I hate bowling. It's boring."