Author's Notes: Written for the LJ community tammy-drabbles, prompt #99, "99."
"Miscount"
Somewhere, somehow, the numbers got misinterpreted.
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"Just how many trainees are you expecting to recruit, exactly?"
"The usual lot. Why?"
"You better come look at this."
"Holy mother of mountains, moons, and mares!"
"Ehh, at least half are geldings. And I think that chestnut over there is a stallion."
"But, but…how?"
"You made the order, it was delivered to the royal treasury, and apparently the royal treasury approved the delivery of the order."
"Of how many?!"
"Well, I'm no expert in the administrative—"
"A straight answer, Larse—now!"
"There's ninety nine."
"What the blazes are we going to do with ninety nine new ponies?"
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