Mainstream Friendship LessonsMLP:FiM Friendship reports as translated for general audiences.Season OneEpisode Three "The Ticket Master", written by Amy Keating Rogers and Lauren FaustOne of the joys of friendship is sharing your blessings. But when there's not enough blessings to go around, having more than your friends can make you feel pretty awful.Episode Four "Applebuck Season", written by Amy Keating RogersSometimes, your friends may need help but find it difficult to accept said help. So while friendship is about giving of ourselves to friends, it's also about accepting what our friends have to offer.Episode Five "Griffon the Brush-Off", written by Cind
Monsters at Foster'sIt was a crisp, clear day in the fall. Goo’s parents were going out of town for a day, and she was going to spend the night at Madame Foster’s home for imaginary friends. “Come on in, dearie,” Madame Foster said when she greeted Goo at the door. “Thanks Miz Foster, this is really cool! Where’s Frankie? I wanted to ask her a bunch of stuff. Say, you got any food? I’m hungry!” Goo spoke so fast that Madame Foster could barely understand what she was saying. “Frankie is in her room, hon. Lunch will be served soon; why don’t you go up and say ‘Hi’ to Frances? She can show you where y
The RevelationSaturday, February 11th, 2006 I was sitting in the break room, having a late afternoon snack of a bagel, when BioCon’s receptionist walked in and handed me a note. “Dr. Cardiff wants you in his office,” she said. “I have no idea what it’s about.” I thanked her and finished my bagel. My shoes clicked on the linoleum floor as I made my way down the hall to Dr. Cardiff’s office. After knocking on the door, I heard him reply from within, “Come in.” Apprehensively, I walked in and sat down. Dr. Cardiff could’ve called me in for any number of reasons. My mind flashed back to Wednesday, when so
The ChaseWednesday, February 9th, 2006 “Stop!” I shouted to Fox. “You’re only making this harder on yourself!” I was chasing Fox Tayle, an escaped experiment of Biocon. He was trying to avoid the Biocon security staff and I by running through a Ford truck plant. My name is Bob Farley, FBI agent, and this is my story. Fox stayed hidden behind a Ford F-150 SuperCrew cab that was slowly traveling along an overhead conveyor to the paint shop. Suddenly he pulled the door open and leapt inside the large oversize cab. Due to his added weight, the truck’s center of gravity shifted. When the truck rocked slightly, I saw Fox
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