Of Pink in Springtime
Somewhere along the line she was sure the holiday had been made up to incase everything she hated.
Pastel colors.
The dress dripped head to toe with the most obnoxious shade of yellow she'd ever seen.
It bought to mind the sun in Bubbles' favorite cartoon. A talking sun with rosy cheeks, spoon-feeding surgery sweet wisdom to an all cartoon pony populous.
And then there was the lace. It only reminded her of the style of dress on a Betty Wets Herself doll, and that..well, that was enough to send her stomach into a nosedive to her kneecaps.
"Professor, do I have to?"
Professor Utonium gave a hard nod, looking up from fixing Blossom's bow.
"Now Buttercup, it's Easter morning! Don't you want to look nice for all your little friends at the egg hunt in the park?"
Buttercup grimaced, sticking out her tongue.
"Not if this is nice I don't!"
Bubbles gasped, nearly spilling the wispy blue plastic grass out of her empty basket.
"But Buttercup, don't you *want* to look pretty for all the baby animals?"
"Whose lame idea was it to go to a petting zoo first thing in the morning anyhow?"
Buttercup grumbled, her voice cutting into a growing whimper from her sisters' now trembling lip.
"It was Bubbles idea of course, and I think it's a great one!"
Blossom smiled, patting the blue puffs' satiny bell style sleeve that matched her own in all but color.
"After all, spring is about nature to, not just the Easter Bunny and candy and eggs. We should use times like this to truly appreciate the ecological diversity of..."
"Yeah, yeah, okay already, if you stop turning Spring Break into school I'll keep this foofy dress on to pet piggies. Sheesh..."
Buttercup was already ahead of the Professor grabbing his keys where she floated in the doorway, arms crossed.
"Maybe they'll have an alligator..."
-*-*-*Somewhere along the line he had gone native.
Wool, so much soft warm wool.
For a creature both use to higher than average temperature with coven hooves, and accustom to only the fluffiness of human made weaves, the company of sheep seemed ideal.
There was hardly a more hated holiday in his year than this one that was already panting cheerful early morning paths across his, that was, the sheep and goats pen at Mapleberry Petting Zoo.
With all this candy fueled looove and goodwill floating around I wouldn't have any pooower to change to another form today anyway..awww well...
The pink ram thought, dipping his black horned head to chew at a mouthful of hay with an almost human smile.
At least nothing can pooour out sickening love on me here...