TheLastGherkin

Owlowiscious’ eyes struggled to adjust to the bright spotlight focussed on him.  He squinted hard to see the shapes that moved around in the darkness. “I was told you’re the kinda guy who stays up in the night.  Heck, maybe even in the early morning.” He looked in the direction of the voice, trying to see who had spoken. “So maybe you’re the kinda guy who sees things.  Suspicious things.  Maybe you’re the kind of guy who’d tell us these things.” By now, Owlowiscious’ eyes had adjusted and he could see the entire room in perfect owlish clarity.  The figure speaking to him was Applejac

All you have to do is take a cup of flour, add it to the mix… Mrs Cake hummed as she twirled around the kitchen of Sugarcube Corner.  Even by the early morning light she could see that her freshly baked cakes were a perfect golden brown. Now just take a little something sweet not sour; a bit of salt, just a pinch… She turned to the oven with her towel at the ready in her mouth, and with expert timing turned off the oven timer just as it rang out.  She grabbed the tray from out of the oven and set it down on the worktop. Baking these treats is such a cinch, add a teaspoon of vanilla… She sauntered to the other side of the kit

The hot pink convertible soared down the dusty road, a large cloud of smoke billowing out from its exhaust pipe. “You should be braking WHY AREN'T YOU BRAKING?” shrieked Mocha the okapi from the passenger seat. Even in the intense and downright dangerous atmosphere, Savannah the giraffe still managed to give her one of her deadpan glares. “You think I'm not trying that?” she said, but checked herself. “Someone cut the brakes. Fairly sure there's a bomb under the hood too,” she continued. Mocha's eyes managed to widen even wider. “WHYYYYYYYYYYY?” she howled, as her formerquiet life reading book