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“Yeehaw! Big stallions strolling through the small city, baby!” Braeburn shouts with excitement as his giant size causes his voice to deepen and echo through the city.
Another giant stallion, Big Macintosh, is also with Braeburn, and he is slightly taller than the other massive stallion. The two stomp their way as they leave hoofprints on the streets and a few cars and other type of vehicles behind, while the people have ducked and avoided being stepped on.
“I gotta say, we really are hitting the city big time, cousin! Everyone can see us much more clearly now as we speak.” Big Macintosh told Braeburn, feeling very calm about him and the latter being giants and walking through the city.
“Worth a whole bunch of money.” Braeburn replies back, laughing a little.
“But then again, me and you going on adventures together is not as often as with you having a journey with my sisters Applejack and Apple Bloom.” Big Macintosh chuckled, finding it that his adventures with Braeburn is less frequent compared with younger sisters’. “And speaking of the sisters, have you seen Applejack somewhere?”
Braeburn looks a little nervous, but then he answers the other stallion’s question, replying, “I haven’t seen either one of your sisters for a long time. I’ve searched for them all over Ponyville during my last visit, but they weren’t around, and the end, I founded you instead.”
“Missing my sisters is a pain, but still, hanging around with you is good.” Big Macintosh said, not even blaming his cousin about not seeing his sisters in weeks.
While the stallion giants continue having their conversation in the middle of the streets, a blue car bumped behind Braeburn’s hind hooves. The driver complained, yelled and shouted at him, demanding that he and Big Macintosh both get out the way and stop blocking traffic.
“Hey, move it, you two big stallion horses! Get moving!” One male driver rudely raised his voice at Big Macintosh and Braeburn. “You two are clearly so huge, we can’t even get through this traffic! Move, now!”
“Stop standing in the middle of the street and let us get through this driveway already!” A female driver wearing jewelry around her wrists yelled. She was in a purple car.
With so many drivers yelling, screaming, complaining and demanding right now, Braeburn and Big Macintosh, who appeared in front of everyone behind them, heard the tinies’ voices loud and high, causing the big stallions to look at each other with annoyed expressions.
“These people aren’t happy at all, cousin.” Braeburn tells Big Macintosh.
“Yeah, I heard you.” Big Macintosh replied very quick enough to know that he is smart hearing the tinies’ shoutings from behind.
The male driver got out of his blue car and walk up to the titanic-sized stallions, and confronted them, saying, “You better get moving or else I’m calling the police! They’d like a word with you!”
“I think we better shut you up and send you elsewhere because we don’t got time for this screaming and shouting from you and the others like crybabies.” Braeburn leans down closer towards the man and grabs him with up, then throws him far enough where it eventually makes him splash into the water.
“Help, somebody help me get out of the water!” The man said as he swam his way back to the city.
“And you folks have some nerve with us stallions, I’ll give you that.” Braeburn told the remaining drivers, who didn’t say one word and remained silent. “I’d show some little more respect if I were you!”
“That will teach them a lesson.” Big Macintosh looked happy Braeburn taught the tinies some respect for the two enormous stallion appearing in the city.
Braeburn, beginning to feel more calm, replies, telling Big Macintosh, “I sure won’t be as nice as I was right now the next time something like this happens. Today, I will let it slide just because I’m being generous.”
The two stallions continue stomping through the city, shaking the ground and leave the every hoofprint on the ground, walking past the State Capital building.
“Being big is better sometimes, they say…” Braeburn told his cousin, finding that being giants are such a good thing after all every now and then.
Big Macintosh refuses to comment as he and Braeburn keep walking through the city.
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