The events of this chapter take place between "PRACTICE ROUND: Spike" and "Blank Flank Take Rank".

Know your mare, know your mare, know your mare...

Or...

Should I say filly...?

"Do'th'n't mather tho' me." The little filly on the stage commented, giving her crooked smile to whatever voice was speaking to her.

Twist...

...Has an adorable speech pattern...

"I-I-I do?"

Twist...

...can catch more bees with her voice then with honey...

"Th'aaa. Thaths thoo thweet..."

Twist...

...is probably great a twister...

"Ne'th'er played..."

Look me after the show...

...I could go for a few rounds...

The little filly started to blush and scratch a hoof against her front leg.

Twist...

...is a hot little spot...

Finally, Twist passed out with a little swoon.

Now you know...

Twist...

He OWNED that...!

Convinced...?

Mildly...

...I'm more convinced though that he needs to stop hanging out with a certain bug now...

I'm making a charmer out of him...