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[mylittlepwner]

[sure is a nice day to take a long walk, far away from all those other naked people, right? but if you happen to be employing this coping mechanism, you may stumble across a strange and unusual scene

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[runstowardsfire]

*has found an old feed sack and fled all the naked people only to find more naked people . . . and a flying pony*

[mylittlepwner]

[well that's interesting, because you probably smell like]

. . . breakfast?

[runstowardsfire]

Um . . . *looks down* It's an old sack I found in the barn . . .

[mylittlepwner]

Well, okay. Kinda stale breakfast. But still! Nice.

[runstowardsfire]

[If I focus on the blue pony, maybe I'll become invisible to the other naked people.]

So you eat feed like the horses do?

[It's not going to work.]

[mylittlepwner]

Sure! You know, in sandwiches or smoothies or cakes . . .

[LOGICAL, ISN'T SHE]

[runstowardsfire]

Cakes--cakes are nice . . .

*curiosity wins over embarrassment for a moment* Are you a flying pony?

[mylittlepwner]

Yes! Thank you! Finally.

[runstowardsfire]

[Oh.]

I noticed that right away, but I didn't want to be rude.

[mylittlepwner]

Everybody keeps calling me a horse. I mean, come on!

[runstowardsfire]

Yes, you look completely different. But perhaps they don't know the difference between a horse and pony?

[mylittlepwner]

Yeah, I guess . . .

[runstowardsfire]

[First lesson, horses aren't blue . . .]

You're definitely less than 14 hands high at the withers. Maybe you can stand next to a horse and demonstrate?

[mylittlepwner]

I haven't seen any horses around here.

[runstowardsfire]

They're in the stables.

[mylittlepwner]

I hope not. All these houses are falling apart.