@TheMasterEraser
The defense attorney hired by her hospital’s malpractice insurance company offered weak excuses in the face of our strong offence. They stated that her right hindleg was no great loss because she would have had to compensate for her missing left leg anyway. They said the rickety old hindcart upon which she rode into court was just for show, that her family fortune could easily afford the shiniest new racing hindcart. They even tried to claim that, as a wealthy pony, she deserved no more than recompense of the cost of the procedure.
I persisted, and justice flourished. Not only did she get a generous sum for pain and suffering, but better prep procedures were enacted at this hospital, and across Equestria, to ensure this would happen to nopony else. From now on, the leg to be removed will be shaven while the patient is awake, and clearly marked in several ways as the leg to be disposed. The other three legs will have tags attached reading, “Do not remove this leg, or your team will face civil penalties!”
As for Wheatgrass, she was grateful to me, a senior partner at Cut & Dried, and to the firm that had handled her family’s affairs for the past twenty years. I reminded her to call us anytime; retainer isn’t just another expense she has to endure monthly.
And I think one of our paralegals has a crush on her.
@TheMasterEraser
She’s the heir and master of her family’s farm holdings. Under her leadership and acumen, they’ve expanded their market share astronomically. She and her four siblings have been working the farm since they could walk, and their parents just last year retired to the sunny climes of Los Pegasus, Gallopfornia (the city on the coast, not the floating party paradise of Las Pegasus, Neighvada).
They say the magic of earth ponies is growth. We’re farmers of plants, of rocks, of businesses. We thrive where others merely survive.
I’m Cut Grass, a lawyer and an earth pony. Some might cynically say my profession grows mountains from molehills and fortunes from losses. I say neigh. I grow justice from the manure of life.
The sad irony of my client’s current situation is that she can grow anything except new legs. My partner, Dried Flowers, spoke with her after Ponyville’s newspaper broke the story, and we took the case.
Time to impress some fancy mechanist or wizard for either
a) arcane leggings
b) motorflank
c) Trollblood potion [to regenerate leg]
d) An easy enough job that you just don’t care the doctor screwed up and removed the wrong leg
cheers, I like your stories, keep em coming if my pics are inspiring you to write :P
The defense attorney hired by her hospital’s malpractice insurance company offered weak excuses in the face of our strong offence. They stated that her right hindleg was no great loss because she would have had to compensate for her missing left leg anyway. They said the rickety old hindcart upon which she rode into court was just for show, that her family fortune could easily afford the shiniest new racing hindcart. They even tried to claim that, as a wealthy pony, she deserved no more than recompense of the cost of the procedure.
I persisted, and justice flourished. Not only did she get a generous sum for pain and suffering, but better prep procedures were enacted at this hospital, and across Equestria, to ensure this would happen to nopony else. From now on, the leg to be removed will be shaven while the patient is awake, and clearly marked in several ways as the leg to be disposed. The other three legs will have tags attached reading, “Do not remove this leg, or your team will face civil penalties!”
As for Wheatgrass, she was grateful to me, a senior partner at Cut & Dried, and to the firm that had handled her family’s affairs for the past twenty years. I reminded her to call us anytime; retainer isn’t just another expense she has to endure monthly.
And I think one of our paralegals has a crush on her.
She’s the heir and master of her family’s farm holdings. Under her leadership and acumen, they’ve expanded their market share astronomically. She and her four siblings have been working the farm since they could walk, and their parents just last year retired to the sunny climes of Los Pegasus, Gallopfornia (the city on the coast, not the floating party paradise of Las Pegasus, Neighvada).
I’m Cut Grass, a lawyer and an earth pony. Some might cynically say my profession grows mountains from molehills and fortunes from losses. I say neigh. I grow justice from the manure of life.
The sad irony of my client’s current situation is that she can grow anything except new legs. My partner, Dried Flowers, spoke with her after Ponyville’s newspaper broke the story, and we took the case.
Edited
The only thing that comes to mind is, “Make it Orky!” “MOAR DAKKA!!”
But obviously, don’t hurt anypony, and make sure everypony is happy
Edited
Haha, the word motorflank is now racing through my brain looking for designs and writing up blueprints.
a) arcane leggings
b) motorflank
c) Trollblood potion [to regenerate leg]
d) An easy enough job that you just don’t care the doctor screwed up and removed the wrong leg