The Front Lawn of the Dorms; Saturday Morning [ 05/19 ].

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"Oh, boy!"

When Butters woke up as a pony again, as he had that one time last summer, he was ecstatic, and he couldn't comprehend why anyone would be anything else. From the moment he stumbled out of bed, tripping on his own hooves, he knew exactly what he wanted to do and he wasted no time prancing out of the doors and onto the yard, where his boundless energy and excitement seemed to be on full display.

Butters was pretending he was a champion race horse, running back and forth. He nearly crouched down on one end of the lawn, wiggling his butt in the air before he call out, "And they're off!" and he barreled forward with loping steps, breathlessly narrating the excitement of the race until he reached the end and cried out, "And he's done it! The clear and unsurprising winner is none other than Butters Stotch, that fine stallion! Well, we know he'll be breeding with the finest filly in the stable tonight! Give us a victory lap, Butters!"

And so he did, mimicking the sounds of the cheering crowd as he pranced about until the next race.


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