It looked at them, walking astray into a plain. Not, yet, we must wait until the moment to strike. Oh, how silly of them to come upon this place. They have no idea! And with that, it headed to its place, to warn his comrades. As it did so, it felt a breeze on his shoulder. The Winds of Change, it thought,and with that, it started off again, a grin on its face.

"This place looks peaceful enough," Crow announced after inspecting the area. "Though most of the time, the enemy is behind shadows." There was a silent agreement. They'd experienced it themselves or heard about it. Foes, lurking behind you, ready to slit your throat when you were sleeping. They continued walking for a while, but they soon got tired and lost.

"Man, I'm hungry. How do you even get food in the TARDIS?" It seemed that food came out of nowhere, but Crow didn't know that was supposed to happen. It's the TARDIS, for Faust's sake!

"Um, so the Doctor just goes to his butter closet and that's pretty much it. I carry some food with me, since the TARDIS has a kitchen and a lot of ponies have recognized my muffin-baking skill." And with that, Derpy pulled out some muffins. Now, where, you might ask, were those muffins? And let me answer your question with another question: Do you really want to know?
...
Yes?
Well... Derpy... has... um... a-- oh wait. This is a teen-rated story.
Derpy has a pocket in her cutie mark, remember? Gosh, I swear half of the sentient beings in the world have amnesia.
Anyways, they dished out the muffins, with the Doctor getting a tiny muffin plus a lot of butter (specifically ordered to be shaped in a circle mountain). The Doctor eats butter, and he eats it in style., Crow getting a suspiciously dark muffin, and Derpy getting a blueberry one. Crow found that the suspiciously dark muffin was suspiciously delicious (you gotta love his tenacity), Doctor ate his muffin, yes, with all the butter, and Derpy ate her muffin.
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Were you expecting more?
Yes.
Too bad, ain't gettin' nuthin'
:(
After they had their snack, they went to sleep as most cliche movie actors do. And just before Crow closed his eyes as is brain started to shut down, he heard a whistling and a slight breeze. Winds of Change his subconscious mind thought, but was completely ignored by his barely conscious mind who thought: What a nice breeze.

And then everything went black.

Author's Notes:

Yay, on to the next chapter. Please tell me what you think. The chat box is REALLY empty and I'm getting paranoid. You like it? Hate it? Don't even know how you got here? Please comment.

Anyway, futile attempts to start conversation aside, I will probably be doing chapters in 3rd person from now on. I liked it.

Yes, I know I didn't do an April Fool's joke or that kind of BS, deal with it.

--crooked