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// Name 
// Story: Blue Bird 
// by Horizon Sky 
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As the foal sat at the top of the podium stand. He looked out to the crowd that cheered for his win. The ponies in the back of the crowd waved flags and threw streamers in the air. The ones in the front of the crowd used their press camera to picture the three placers. Each flash stunned the foal as he looked out. But he didn’t care for the crowd that cheered for him or the press that wanted to commemorate the moment. 

He just wanted to find his brother. The one that promised to be there for him. From the starting line and at the finish. His brother was meant to be there. And yet he wasn’t.

The foal looked to his left to see if his brother was in a strange location. He glanced down to see the filly that sat in third place. The bronze medal that rested of her bright pink chest was shown proud for everpony to see. Tears ran down her cheeks. She rubbed away the tears to show to wobbled smile to the crowd. 

The filly looked to his right and still couldn’t find his brother. His eyes locked with the colt that sat on the second place spot. With the silver medal in his right hoof, the coat stared at him with a gaze only studied to be called hatred. And the metallic shine from the second place metal gleamed onto the runner-up white coat.

The foal looked out once more into the crowd in front of him. Yet his brother was not there nor anywhere. A stallion walked up to the podium with a carbon microphone in his right hoof. A small entourage of camera ponies followed behind him, all still snapped photos at each and every second. The stallion spoke in a jubilant voice into his microphone “Amazing! Absolutely Amazing I must say. These racers her today have brought one heck of a flying spirit for the filly recruit race.” As he spoke his left hoof moved in gestures that the foal couldn’t understand. “From the third to first place each racer gave it their all. Especially our first placer right her” he trotted closer to the podium stand and stood in front of the foal “Son you have done an outstanding job today in the race, you started the race last and yet someone still managed to get first with a lead. Say son what is your name for the folks back home!?”

The foal looked at the microphone. He hesitated to speak into it. He didn’t know what to say to it. For what could he tell to the ponies that listed to this stallion. “My…name…” the foal started. Still unsure what to say.

“Yes son your name, what is it?” said the stallion 

“My name is Blue…-“ the foal looked around once more to find his brother, yet he still was not found “-…Blue Jay.”