51st Resurrection

[sanctus_dei]

Why look! It's your friendly neighborhood Mr. Crawford who happens to be out washing his car today at 337 Brady Lane. Sure, it might be getting a bit chilly for that, but chores are chores, right?

He'll smile, wave and give a friendly greeting to all those who pass by! That is your first clue something is wrong. But if you turn and walk away, expect to be blasted with a sudden jet of water. One that's way too strong. It'll bruise, or knock you over, or slam you against a nearby tree or mailbox. That's a hose that's been backed with gravity magic. Ouch.

And somewhere under a dumpster an alleyway would be Theo tucked away in his pod, sleeping more peacefully than he has in ages.

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[downtoearthpony.livejournal.com]

[Oh, breathing? Well, at least that means it's healthy.

Wait a minute, Brussels sprouts don't breath!

Concerned, Applejack puts an ear to the pod and gives a listen. Yep, sounds like someone breathing alright! That can't be good!

So now Applejack is trying to pull the pod open using a combination of hoof pawing and teeth tearing.]

Don't worry pardner, Ah'll get you out of there!

[Of course, the words of encouragement are kind of muffled by the bit of green pod she's pulling on as she says that...]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Eventually she peels it open to find Theo peacefully sleeping inside. He starts to stir, though, once opened to the cold October air.]

Hnn....? What the hell...?