Lemon Hearts' head spun as the world flashed by her, shifting from the rural countryside to a thickening patch of woods as she was half-dragged, half-carried by the far larger mare. Golden Gear was wasting no time, charging down the path. It's important to note this was not a path recognized by most of the locals, but Golden would swear it was there, and Lemon was in little position to argue the point.
Surviving the hail of leaves, branches, and the occasional small tree that got in their way, Golden finally released the now very dizzy and very cross Lemon. Once her brain stopped rattling around her skull, Lemon took in her new surroundings, and Golden's increasingly widening smile.
Suffice it to say, Lemon was not impressed.
"A creek."
"I know! This place is great!"
"How."
"Come on, Lem! You can't tell me you didn't love this kinda stuff as a kid!"
"Well I didn't."
"Oh pfft, don't give me that! Sure you did!"
"Walking home soaked and covered in mud isn't my idea of a good time."
"Good! Now we get to fix that!"
"Fix wha-"
But Golden had leaped feet first into the creek, sending the shallow water flying and drenching the yellow unicorn. Water dripped from her mane, dress, and incredibly irked face as she stared at the grease monkey.
"See? Isn't it fun?"
In response, Lemon's horn began to glow, and a blob of water began to rise out of the creek, before floating over Golden's head and dropping directly on top of her. The brown mare squeaked in shock as the water poured down on her, and a wicked smirk crept on Lemon's face.
"Yes, yes it is…"
***
And that was how FisherMare's Creek dried up.