My Little Pony: Protect and Serve
Chapter 2: The Good Guys
(As Told By: Officer Gabby)
A few of my friends in Ponyville once asked me at a school assembly: 'If you cops have all kinds of weapons and gear, what do you do when you don't have them?'. That is a good question. What we griffons in the police force do is rely on our martial arts training. The police officers in 'The Guard' and the Royal Marines train us in hand-to-hand combat.
We police-griffons are trained in these martial arts: grappling, taekwondo, aikido and krav maga. That way we can be prepared for anything in the field. My name is Gabriella, or Officer Gabby. I am the deputy officer to Captain Geline De Graaf. She is my older cousin. She calls me 'Cookie Face' while I nickname her 'Thunder Flanks'. All in good fun.
My cousin is a harpy eagle-snow leopard griffon. We look to her for leadership in the field. The police-griffons at our station love and respect her. We are one big family at the station, and we all watch our backs in the field and in civvies. It surprises me how she's single. Her good looks and big healthy haunches make her a target for males, of course.
She would always say to me that she's really not into those guys that only set their mind on eggs. She wants a tercel that she can get to know on a personal level. As you can see, there are not very many guys out there whom are willing to take a chance on her, but the one will come for her one day. I just know it. This makes her a really tough catch.
"You know, I don't think you should carry handcuffs in the field, Captain De Graaf, they'll never get away if you just sit on them," Gilda teased,
"Very funny, Gilda, I like this big bum the way it is," my older cousin laughed back, "come now, Deputy Gabby, it is time for our daily patrol rounds,"
As a police-griffon, you meet all kinds of griffons in. You're not always going to have criminals like Giovanni roaming the streets. Most of the time, you get the minor offenses like fletchlings stealing candy from the corner store. That was the only bit of action we got today, "Alright, son, put it back," I said, seeing the fletchling sneak candy into his pocket.
He looked at me, and quickly made a break for it out of the store. He ran out, and into Geline's rear. One thing that's a good quality is to be good with kids. You want to be a figure of authority, and also something they can look up to and aspire to be when they grow up, "Now then, son, I need for you to apologize to the nice tercel," said Geline,
The fletchling pouted, and looked at the shopkeeper, "I'm sorry," he said, and turned his beak up at him. We had our talons on his shoulders, and led him to our police car. The next thing was to call his parents to let them know what their son was up to. His eyes widened when we mentioned that, "Please, don't call my mom, I don't wanna go back,"
When fletchlings don't have someone looking after them, they resort to such things like this. From the way he pleaded to me, I had to call up his parents. Minutes later, a griffon came by to pick him up, "Thank you so much for your help," she said in a slightly quickened voice, and led her son home. Something about his mother did not sit well with me.
"I don't like this one bit," I said, expressing my feelings about the mother to the captain as we got back into the police car after the brief exchange.
"I don't like it either, Gabby, I saw the way the boy looked at us, this fletchling needs help, we will drive by their house this afternoon," she replied,
We traced the number to a house on the east side of Griffonstone. We stopped the car in front of the house. The window shades were closed, but I could hear yelling coming from inside. There were also the sounds of slapping and hitting. She called him things I couldn't believe a mother would say to her own son, calling him stupid, garbage and scum.
It was time to take action. We looked into the boy's school records. It turned out that the boy had been diagnosed with autism. It broke my heart that the fletchling lived in a home like that. The captain and I came back to the house the next day. I knocked on the door, and the mother answered as she was just about to go to work, "Can I help you?"
"No, we are helping your son, you are hereby charged with the abuse and neglect of a child," said the captain to the look of shock on the mother's face. Gabby had her talons, and wings cuffed, and led her to the backseat of our police car. Gabby closed the door, and turned to me, "I need for you and Officer Gretchen to pick up the boy from school,"
"I will call the Foster Care Services, this fletchling deserves a better and more loving family," said my older cousin of a captain, I was there at school with Officer Gretchen to pick him up from classes as we were ordered. The boy flew up to us, and into my talons as I hugged him. Gretchen and I led him back to the station to see the other officers.
The boy watched as his mother was led to a holding cell, "What's gonna happen? Will I go to a new family?" he asked, his eyes demanding an answer
"We will find you a family, a better one, a loving one just for you," said Gretchen, "now come with me, and you can meet the other police-griffons,"
I nodded to him, and kneeled down to ruffle his feathers. Months later, the mother was tried and convicted. She was sentenced to five years in jail, and her son was adopted by another family. I went to visit the boy one day. He looked much happier, and came up to me with a beaming smile on his beak, "When I grow up, I wanna be just like you,"
