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A/n: OK, I've finally written down the character list, so if you're curious as to your part just ask! Now, on to the chapter! Make sure to review!!!

Chapter 11

Boots's PoV

I'm sitting in Jingles' stall; my head against the wall, watching Jonathan look her over. When he stands up from examining her stomach I'm relived to see he's smiling.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Jonathan pulled his stethoscope from around his neck and put it away in his bag. "Nothing's wrong with her, the stable will be very happy to hear this, Jingles is pregnant."

"Are you serious?" my eyes bulged and I stared at Jonathan with wonder.

He nodded and sniffed softly. "Ah, yes. It's a good thing you alerted me though. We need her to be properly taken care of."

"Why was she so nervous then?" I asked, standing up and placing my hand on Jingles' neck carefully.

"This is a new experience for Jingles. She's not used to the sensation and was just reacting in a rare but healthy way. Don't worry, she'll be fine." Jonathan next pulled out a needle and filled it with a clear liquid. He injected it into her stomach area and put the needle in a disposable bag. "This is to protect her from disease," he explained, " when any type of creature is pregnant for the first time their immune system is usually weakened."

"Oh, I get it." I patted her mane and watched Jonathan pack up his things.

"I'll tell the stable managers. They'll be thrilled."

Hopefully not as thrilled as me. Without Jingles what was I supposed to do around here?

General PoV

"Whee! I love parties!!!"

Snitch sat in the billiards room at a table, watching Shooter whip everyone at pool.

"You're cheating," insisted Racetrack as Rubix won at another hand of Black Jack.

"I've got news for ya Race, it's damn hard to cheat at Black Jack." Rubix grinned widely and scooped the chips into a pot around her.

"You can't beat me at Black Jack!" Racetrack dealt again. "This time it's my choice of games."

"Fine, what do you want to play?"

"Go Fish!" "Um...OK..."

"Do you have a...seven?"

"No, go fish. Do you have an ace?"

"Yes...OK, I don't want to play this anymore."

"Stop being a sore loser." Rubix collected her ace and set her pair neatly in a pile beside her.

"Hey! I wanna play!" Sapphy sat down beside Racetrack and peeked at his cards.

"Stop looking!"

"Hey, Sapphy, what does he have?"

Sapphy's fingers formed the numbers three, nine, four, seven, ten and eight. "And he has a queen and a king!"

"Sapphy! Stoppit! I'll never win now!"

Rubix snickered madly.

"Poor Racey," Sapphy hugged Racetrack, "can't win at cards!"

Snitch laughed from where he watched. This wasn't as bad a job as he thought. At least, when he wasn't working. In the stables he felt out of place among only girls, usually he wouldn't have minded if they didn't tease him so much.

"Hi Ireland."

"Oh, hello!" Ireland looked at Spot, standing in the corner beside her.

"So...uh...what's up? Do you like working here?"

"Yeah, I love horses!"

"Do you like...the people?" Spot hinted, taking a sip of his punch.

She shrugged. "Yeah, but Arrow always seems grumpy. I don't think she wants to be a groom."

Spot nodded. "I know, she wants to ride in the show but every year Pulitzer tells her she can't."

Arrow glared at Jack. It had become her new pastime. He just stood there, flipping his hair and laughing. Probably overjoyed at being able to ride Tuscan in the show every friggin day. Unlike her.

"ARROW!" She jumped out of shock. Touch waved from across the room. "C'mere! Wanna play pool?"

Arrow shrugged and walked over to Touch. "I guess. With who?"

Touch grinned. "Cute guys, Jack and David."

Arrow watched in horror as Jack crossed the room with another guy. "No. No way am I playing against him."

Jack picked a pool cue off the race and ground the chalk on the end. "I'll break," he offered.

Just like him, not even asking if anyone else wants to first thought Arrow vehemently.

Jack placed the cue ball, aimed and...missed. He totally missed the cue ball, skimming the table with the cue. Arrow fought back laughter.

Jack smiled, embarrassed. "I don't play pool very well. It's more Davey's area."

Boots watched Jack swing and miss. He laughed at his own misfortune and flirting discreetly with one of the grooms, Arrow.

"What was wrong with Jingles the other day?" asked Blink, appearing concerned.

Boots tried to look happy. "She's pregnant. Jonathan says she should be OK, she was just a little nervous."

"Who's the...y'know, other party?"

"I-I don't know. I didn't even think about that." Boots scratched his head, oddly curious now.

"If you find out, tell me, OK?"

[The party continues next chapter!!!]

Shoutouts:

Rubix the cube- they were in that chapter (well, you were) but not as their usual nerdy selves. As ass kicking card players! Oh yeah!

Oxymoronic Alliteration- lumberjack (sighs)

Bobcat:Slashgoil- to be completely honest I didn't mean to make it seem that way. I've been writing so much slash lately that I have a way of writing it in without knowing. I realized and was to lazy to cut it out.

BrooklynGrl- are you OK? You seem a little...hyper. Or A LOT hyper (incorrect grammar, I know.) and I don't know who any of those people are.

Fantasy3- (see explanation I gave to Bobcat:Slashgoil)

Trinity-Matrix-13- you SUCK! And I wasn't peeking! Jingles isn't from Happy Land either. Loser...

Almatari-of-Arda- party music sucks. It's usually hip-hop and rap and...stuff like that. (completely my opinion)

Ireland O'Reily- no, sorry, I haven't seen it. My friend Mountie is the Monty Python fan.

Written Sparks- yes, Monty Python IS funny. I'm not too big of a fan, but what I have seen is hilarious.

SparkS/Pidge- no, you'll hurt yourself.

Ginny Jake- I'm the queen of short chapters. Well, in this fic at least.

Cassies-Grandma- heh heh heh, it's time for 'Advice With Buttons'. OK, I think you should confront this guy (unless he's always been a total asshole and then you should make him your love slave to get back at him) (ignore that, it was stupid). Ask him what he means and act on it if you like him also. If you don't like him you should tell him so that he'll move on and stop obsessing over your infinite beauty. (AND I LOVE LONG REVIEWS!!!)

Sapphy- (sigh) sexy chauffeur Kyle. Classic. And when Puss and Donkey were singing 'Livin La Vida Loca' and Puss did that thing like out of...uh...Flashdance or something...I don't remember where it's from, but I'll try. 'S funny.

Strawberri Shake- I think Blink would win. He's got the patch and everything! It fits! The patch fits! Heh heh heh, patch, Gavroche, (sighs)