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“Don’t you just love this beautiful place?” Mrs. Cake walked with her husband through the city at the same time she was looking at sails from nearby in the water.
“Indeed, I do enjoy seeing the world being so smaller in comparison with ours.” Mr. Cake replied nervously, as he stayed on her side, following her.
However, the two have not realized they have been crunching vehicles and several citizens have moved out the way so they weren’t stepped on. Mr. Cake stopped himself as he raised his hoof up, showing Mrs. Cake a car he had stepped on.
“Umm, sweetie… I think I stepped on car.” Mr. Cake told Mrs. Cake.
“Carrot Cake, you put that car down immediately!” Mrs. Cake stomped her hoof down loudly demanding he rubbed it off of his hooves and throw it somewhere away from the two.
Mr. Cake was apologetic, not even recognizing the humans around him and his wife. He kicked his hoof and the flattened car eventually fell onto the ground. “They don’t ever make room for us giant ponies.” He said, never understanding why people don’t move their vehicles out of the way when giant ponies are around.
“People can’t ever accept big ponies crushing on vehicles placed on the streets when they useless.” Mrs. Cake said in a snooty way, wishing people would place their vehicles somewhere where they don’t get stepped on.
“Talk about somepony’s weight and height being a problem.” Mr. Cake referred to his wife’s size.
“What?” Mrs. Cake felt insulted over what her husband said.
“Um, nothing, ma’am.” Mr. Cake muttered under his breath while he kept on walking forward and his wife followed behind him.
Mrs. Cake was a bit nervous about the world being so small, but she admitted that the no one will ever learn that giant ponies are still dangerous, no matter how big or small they are.
Back with the tinies, a man complained to the fellow citizens, asking, “Who stepped on my car?”
The tinies shrugged not even giving an answer towards the man, leaving him infuriated.
“How am I supposed to arrive at work?” The man stormed his way backwards, and threatened to call the police unless somebody told him who crushed his car.
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