Brides on Trial

Or

Help from Plucky

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Peach: Nooooo…

Zelda: …FML.

Peach: Never thought you one for abbreviations.

Zelda: It comes on when I get tired.

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A young chicken herder who went by the name of Link, tended chickens. But not just any chickens.

Magical chickens.

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Zelda: Peach, she's lost her mind!

Peach: Wasn't it supposed to be his mom that advised him who to take as his wife?

Zelda: Yep.

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One day, Link was currently bemoaning his bad luck to one of the chickens he lovingly named…Plucky. "I want to get married, but how do I find the right wife out of three?"

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Zelda: Indeed.

Peach: So…magical chickens help?

Zelda: Hn. I guess that fastfood area won't sell those delicious sandwiches anymore?

Peach: No. Seems like we turn back to cattle for our burgers now!

Zelda: You're supposed to be on a diet!

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Plucky smacked his shin with a heavy wing. "You're so dramatic. Just use-!"

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Peach: Chicken?

Zelda: No! They wouldn't advertise their own kind…

Peach: …

Zelda: Would they?

Peach: Don't doubt the impossible…

Zelda: Unless encountered by that revolving door problem.

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"…Cheese." Plucky clucked disapproving of the obvious commentary.

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Zelda: Gah! How do they know we're here?

Peach: Weren't you listening? It's a magical chicken.

Zelda: Magical enough to figure out we're watching?

Peach: DON'T DOUBT PLUCKY'S ABILITIES!

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So Link rounded up three women he knew, two with bright blonde hair, and one brunette, and brought them to his house. His house was a small cottage, and very dirty with all his grass stained clothes.

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Zelda: I'm not gonna bother guessing who's who.

Peach: *Rattles off ignoring Zelda* Samus (There's an obvious), you, and me!

Zelda: I wasn't aware my hair got changed!

Meh, too bad, you've got brown hair now.

Zelda: Curse you!

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He graciously set a slice of cheese (with the rind on it) on a porcelain plate before them.

The first blonde, Peach, bolted the slice of cheese down the entire thing ravenously.

Nevertheless, Link was revolted at how fast she bolted it down.

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Zelda: Hungry?

Peach: Don't bother.

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The second, Samus, cut off the rind off the cheese, but cut most of the good part out.

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Peach: Oh? I would've thought the author would put Samus as the first woman.

Zelda: Apparently, the author wanted to make up for the-!

TA DA! SPECIAL PERSON!

Samus: WHAT THE FUDGE AM I DOING HERE?

Exactly what I want you to do! :D

Samus: *Gawks* O-Oh snap…

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Again, Link was revolted, but less so. If his wife couldn't cut or eat cheese correctly…

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Peach: Mm…Isn't it more like Samus to bolt down the cheese whole?

Samus: No, it's not. It's more like the men to eat the entire thing.

Zelda: I can only imagine what happens next.

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Lastly, the third one, Zelda, cut off the rind of the cheese, but avoided doing the same mistake Samus did.

Link was pleased, and excused himself for a few seconds. Going outside a small door, he stage whispered to Plucky. "Found one!"

Plucky, amused, scampered close to Link, and nuzzled his hand. " Such a good boy!" the chicken squawked, and ran away.

Link smiled deviously. "I'm going to need some special dinner tonight…And you're the fattest chicken."

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Peach, Zelda, & Samus: Dear Sheik…protect this poor chicken…

(Along with that 'Link, the Willful'…) So…four more requests to go, two of them long stories (in my opinion) !

Right, so review this, see if it's better than the last two, and most of all, enjoy~