Atrus
BLACKJACK!
"It's no problem at all Ms. Cheerilee, honest." Time Turner said with a concentrated look upon his features as he peered into the workings of the Ponyville classroom clock. For about the fourth time this month, he had been called in to see to the clock which much to Cheerilee's confusion seemed to constantly be running fast.
She insisted, as he worked, that she no idea what could be wrong with it- that perhaps it was time to get a new one.
"Oh as long as I'm in this town, Ms. Cheerilee, that won't be necessary. Besides, I don't think there's a problem at all with this clock. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it starts behaving itself soon again." He smiled; deliberately omitting his conclusion that the 'problem' with this clock had ten fingers and probably enjoyed getting out of classes early.
"There we are. Good as new." He grinned as he placed the clock back on it's wall, ticking merrily away.
He brushed off the schoolteachers thanks with a wave of his hand as he left. "I keep saying, it's what I'm here for."
With that, he strolled down the streets of Ponyville. The smell of life, the light bustling of small town activity. Today was a good day.
She insisted, as he worked, that she no idea what could be wrong with it- that perhaps it was time to get a new one.
"Oh as long as I'm in this town, Ms. Cheerilee, that won't be necessary. Besides, I don't think there's a problem at all with this clock. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it starts behaving itself soon again." He smiled; deliberately omitting his conclusion that the 'problem' with this clock had ten fingers and probably enjoyed getting out of classes early.
"There we are. Good as new." He grinned as he placed the clock back on it's wall, ticking merrily away.
He brushed off the schoolteachers thanks with a wave of his hand as he left. "I keep saying, it's what I'm here for."
With that, he strolled down the streets of Ponyville. The smell of life, the light bustling of small town activity. Today was a good day.