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>The maroon filly trotted down the street, humming to herself.
>She sighed happily at the thought that her guardian might actually be here.
>If the tremors caused by her gait didn't draw some attention, her giant, bobbing ribbon certainly did.
>A few blocks in was a toy store.
>It and other locations throughout the city were known for one-of-a-kind knickknacks.
>Inside this one, a mother was preparing to give her daughter a rather large stuffed pony plushie.
>''Here's your present, sweetie a...!''
>Moderate shaking cut the mother off.
>They looked outside as she walked by the window.
>The little girl gasped.
>''I got a pony!''
>Ribbon went on her merry way, the coincidence lost on her.
>She slowed to a stop at an intersection, making cute imitations of a car as she did so.
>The light for her direction was red, and Gabby had taught her to abide by them.
>On the cross-street of the intersection, a convertible was pulled up to the stoplight.
>Two dudes were the car's only occupants, the passenger clearly flabbergasted at the driver's tale.
>''There's no way you got this car for that cheap!''
>''Yes there is, and I just did it! Honestly, I don't believe it either.''
>''Yeah yeah, whateves.''
>''All I'm saying is, don't look a gift horse in the mouth.''
>He looked to his left.
>''Oh look, a giant gift horse.''
>''No way... How is that even--''
>A horn sounded from behind.
>Both parties looked back to see that their light had been green for a while.
>As the driver got the car moving across the intersection, the passenger couldn't help but stare.
>''How bizarre is this day gonna get?''
>Ribbon patiently waited for traffic to clear, eyes locked on the stoplight.
>It was finally her turn to cross, and she took great care to avoid clipping the light with a hoof.
>She didn't want a repeat of what happened four lights back.
>After a grand total of 32 blocks, she came across a park on her right.
>Or, at least, what she thought was a park.
>It had a fence around it like a park would, but inside it was nothing but mud and huge holes.
>Ribbon stopped and looked incredulously.
``Is... Is this the park? It doesn't look like a park to me...''
>She crouched down in front of a sign on the corner of the fence.
``The sign says this is a park, so... Wait, what's that over there?''
>She raised back up and turned her head forward.
>Some of the potholes in the `park' seemed to travel down one of the streets to her left.
>She cautiously trotted up to the holes in the street.
>Upon further examination, she saw that there were two sets, trailing down this road.
``Y'know, they kinda--''
>She looked behind herself at her own trail of potholes.
``--look like mine.''
>She placed a hoof into one of the potholes.
>It fit, with plenty of room on all sides.
``Hmm...''
>She glanced down the ruined roadway.
>At the end of the street seemed to be a mass of.... Something.
>The shining sun was making it hard to tell.
``That nice fireman said I needed to turn left to get to the bay, so...''
>She trotted down the road, playing a bit of hopscotch with the potholes.
>She didn't notice that the road in particular was closed off.
