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"What happened?" a grey-suited unicorn asked. He was clutching a broom and dustpan in a swath of magic infront of him. His counterpart, an earth mare, was pulling a twin trashcan cart behind her.

"Pegasus Wonderbolt exams were done yesterday." she said casually. "They fly all over the city and unstress. This means that the empty stress, rains down in the forms of beer bottles." She was right, the husks of dozens of bottles laid strewn about the area.

"Does it ever break the statues?"

"Nope. Just gotta make sure we get all the broken glass up. Can't have a foal getting their hooves cut."

"Right." The unicorn nodded, beginning to sweep an area near a low set plinth. Brown bottle after brown bottle were put into the cart. The bigger pieces were picked up easily with magic and tossed away, clinking when they hit the bottom. Everything went, blue, brown, and even curiously a rounded bottle that was frosted grey, into the trash can.

He looked up to see a rather panicked statue, eyes locked in a slight upward gaze, focusing out past the hooves. It seemed as if it was caught mid-pose while juggling. The name plate was empty, probably would be filled out later. A more sensitive unicorn would have been able to detect the quickly leaving vapors of a spell and investigated more.

Oh well, it was intersting anyway. Damned drunk pegasus…

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Posted previously at: 2016-01-28T14:29:55 | Posted previously by: Dombrus