Tiny Equine in Everfree
Chapter 35: Page 35
Previous Chapter Next ChapterThey say good things come to filly who pause. This time they clockwise. As you round the hundred-forty-millionth bend (truly, you’ve been counting), the path slices through patch of pretty blue flowers.
Flowers glitter and smell so good your mouth is wet.
If it is time for noms, turn to page 50.
If you notice the strange tree-hut in the distance, turn to page 61.