Author's Notes:

Welcome, A Preditorial Horse!

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...y u do dis to meh

"SPIIIIIIIIIIKE!"

Spike tumbled down the stairs because hardly anypony ever seems to care about him anyway.

"Spike!" Twilight repeated, trotting up to her trusted assistant, "Why hooves become feet?!"

The dragon made a face. Not just because of Twilight's suddenly terrible grammar, but also because those feet were stanky.

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Spike shrugged and walked away. This wasn't in his contract. The author also wanted to end this chapter because he has absolutely no idea anymore. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Celestia stared at Luna. Luna stared at Celestia. Celestia stared at Luna's... er... feet.

"WHAT ARE THOOOOOOOOOOSE?!"

"White vans."