Background Pony #8BBD
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“I don’t get it!” Ollie whined, picking up the fallen pair of sticks in his mouth. “How do the Neighponese do this?” he wondered.
“Look, Ollie, you’re doing it wrong.” Sandy held the flat of her hoof upward, a pair of chop sticks laying crossed on the flat of her hoof. Suddenly with a deft flick of her foreleg, the sticks moved faster than Ollie could register, and then they were just…there…holding long strands of noodles.
“Huuuuh?” Ollie gasped and the sticks rolled out to clatter on the floor. “How did you do that?”
Sandy smiled winningly. “It’s an ancient Neighponese technique you could say.” she said. “But really, it all relies on the classical Wilian principals of physics.”
The younger foul’s face crinkled. “Wiley what?”
Sandy sucked in the smooth strands of warm noodle, savoring the taste before talking.
“Basically, as long as you don’t think about it, it’ll work perfectly.”
“But how-”
“Nope!” Sandy cut him off. “Don’t think! The moment you think, the chops will fall!”
“Ooookaaaaay.” Hesitant yet determined, because he was very hungry, Ollie picked the chopsticks up in his mouth and placed them on the flat of his hoof.
“This is some weeeeird magic trick.” he muttered.
“You’ll get the hang of it.” Sandy Shell nodded and turned away from her brother.
“Okay, so how is my other studen-gah!”
She flinched and looked on in disgust. Her other pupil had succeeded in eating the ramen, but…
“You are an absolute pig, Hightide!” Sandy Shell was livid. “Didn’t your parents teach you any manners!”
Hightide gingerly lowered the bowl, revealing a face plastered in noodles and soaked with broth. Ollie laughed.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” Sandy asked.
“Uhm…,” Hightide hesitated before looking up at her. “Ten second rule?” He belched.
“Ugh!”
“Look, Ollie, you’re doing it wrong.” Sandy held the flat of her hoof upward, a pair of chop sticks laying crossed on the flat of her hoof. Suddenly with a deft flick of her foreleg, the sticks moved faster than Ollie could register, and then they were just…there…holding long strands of noodles.
“Huuuuh?” Ollie gasped and the sticks rolled out to clatter on the floor. “How did you do that?”
Sandy smiled winningly. “It’s an ancient Neighponese technique you could say.” she said. “But really, it all relies on the classical Wilian principals of physics.”
The younger foul’s face crinkled. “Wiley what?”
Sandy sucked in the smooth strands of warm noodle, savoring the taste before talking.
“Basically, as long as you don’t think about it, it’ll work perfectly.”
“But how-”
“Nope!” Sandy cut him off. “Don’t think! The moment you think, the chops will fall!”
“Ooookaaaaay.” Hesitant yet determined, because he was very hungry, Ollie picked the chopsticks up in his mouth and placed them on the flat of his hoof.
“This is some weeeeird magic trick.” he muttered.
“You’ll get the hang of it.” Sandy Shell nodded and turned away from her brother.
“Okay, so how is my other studen-gah!”
She flinched and looked on in disgust. Her other pupil had succeeded in eating the ramen, but…
“You are an absolute pig, Hightide!” Sandy Shell was livid. “Didn’t your parents teach you any manners!”
Hightide gingerly lowered the bowl, revealing a face plastered in noodles and soaked with broth. Ollie laughed.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” Sandy asked.
“Uhm…,” Hightide hesitated before looking up at her. “Ten second rule?” He belched.
“Ugh!”
How du poni hold chopsticks…Or hold anything for that matter. But especially chop sticks.
This keeps me up at night.
Inspired by this one time, I tried to eat some ramen with chopsticks. In three minutes I was like “Screw this, get me a fork!”
In case anyone has forgotten. Sandy Shell and Ollie Airwalk are the children of Hoops and Ditzy Doo.
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