The loud hiss, snap, and crackle of magic and thunder echoed from the small stream, scaring hundreds of birds into the sky, animals fleeing out of pure fright, and small critters scampering out of sight. The noise startled many ponies in Ponyville, as nopony expected that kind of disturbance. Some speculated something went wrong with the high powered fence that separated Ponyville and the savage world of Everfree to the immediate south. The massive wall, built of limestone and metal, was live with magic and electricity.

Only those with the rare spell to detect the origin of the explosion were able to pinpoint ground zero. As with electricity, magic discharges emit radiation in the form of radio waves, while more harmful magic radiation which saturated nearby matter, was limited to the local area.

While most ponies experienced radio or telepathic disruptions, Twilight Sparkle knew immediately where this second blast (the first one being when that spell book blew away the foolish unicorn who tried to use it) occurred. Not too far from the first one which happened less than two degrees earlier. The instant she heard it, she galloped back to the stream as fast as she could.

Steam rose from the scorched remains of those cranes. Sweetie Belle gazed at them, with a sense of triumph. She fully intended to unleash even more magic at everypony who hurt her. She nearly let out a squeal as she imagined blasting Applejack into pieces.

Scootaloo, just six hooves away, looked on, completely startled, and scared shitless. She was shaking, and looking down, realize she just peed herself. She looked up at Sweetie Belle, who was still staring at the barbecued cranes. She stopped smiling, and just stared at the mess.

Scootaloo wondered if she had more to fear from Sweetie Belle than from Applejack.
Sweetie Belle turned to face her, nearly startling her, but she still acted like the filly she used to be when not shooting killer magic.

“Pretty cool, huh?”

“Y...y...yeah…” Scootaloo tried to keep the wet spot on the ground covered.

Sweetie Belle saw the fear in Scootaloo’s eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s Applejack and her messed up family I wanna-”

An ear-piercing, shrill scream echoed from above, and the two fillies ducked to avoid being seen. It was such a shrill, agony-fuelled screech that it sent shivers down both their spines.

Seconds later, Fluttershy appeared, and jumped , glided and landed on the shore of the stream next to the remains of her prized cranes. She was fluttering her wings around, breathing, gasping, crying, muttering. Her eyes were wide open, and blood shot. Tears trickled out as she fluttered around the mess. She looked around frantically, and the two fillies watching her while completely hidden couldn’t tell whether or not she was traumatized by the sight of the gore, and / or filled with rage.

But both fillies sure as hell did not want Fluttershy to see them. That would a wrath of hell on its own. The Cutie Mark Crusaders learned early on that the one thing that pissed Fluttershy off was animal cruelty. The normally timid and soft spoken pegasus would unleash a dying star's worth of fury if she caught somepony abusing a little critter.

They witnessed first hoof Fluttershy’s relentless wrath when she caught some other dumb foals hurting a poor defenceless bird. She wing-slapped those brats so hard she knocked them back, then after tending to the crippled bird, she fully raged at them; yelling, swearing, screaming as loud as she could and when one of them tried to get away, she wing smacked the brat back in line.

Thinking back, Scootaloo wondered what held Fluttershy back from bashing and hoof beating those foals the way Applejack beat Sweetie Belle?

They both looked on as Fluttershy had her psychotic fit.

“L-let’s get out of here…” Scootaloo gulped. After being subject to all Rainbow Dash, Applejack and the Apples put her through, she wanted nothing to do with another raging mad pony.

Sweetie Belle, on the other hoof, looked at Fluttershy menacingly, and began charging her horn. The passionate hatred she inherited from the spellbook made her want to apply just as much magic to Fluttershy and blast that yellow pegasus back into the sky where she came from.

“S-Sweetie Belle, what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna send that fluttering bitch right to-”
“No, don’t! Please stop it!” Scootaloo pleaded, shaking Sweetie Belle. “Don’t hurt Fluttershy, she’s nice to us! Let’s just get the buck out of here before she sees us!”

Sweetie looked at Scootaloo, saw the tears in her eyes and let the magic dissipate. She remembered how kind and loving Fluttershy had been to them their whole lives.

“You’re being possessed by all that magic,” Scootaloo said, now afraid of having pissed off the overpowered unicorn who could blast her to smithereens.

Sweetie Belle sighed, remembering that. She didn’t always hate pegasi or earth ponies, but those unicorns from her new nightmares did.
“Let’s get out of here,” she said, conceding to Scootaloo’s protests, and she turned and began carefully treading the path, barely visible from where Fluttershy was standing, and crying, and basically losing her mind. The cream yellow pegasus collapsed in a heap on the rocks and began sobbing-

“Fluttershy!”

Both fillies froze. They knew that voice. They watched cautiously as Twilight jumped over their hiding spot, and trotted up to check things out.

Twilight surveyed the gore. And she spotted a crack in a nearby rock and what was left of a sparkling mixed mineral mass on it. “Oh my Celestia, what happened here?”

Fluttershy was so distraught she could hardly speak. Twilight was well aware of the shy pegasus’ past trauma in life that involved her being forced to watch as other pegasi foals bullying her forced her to watch them rip her animal companions apart.

“Please, calm down, and tell me what happened,” Twilight urged her softly, while stroking Fluttershy’s pink mane with a hoof.

Fluttershy looked up at her but kept crying. She pointed at the gore that used to be her beloved cranes, prize pets she won as eggs at a spring fair.

“Did you see it happen?” Twilight asked her. She struggled to be patient and calm around Fluttershy, and she had a huge urge to get information, and try to find the culprit before it got away. Fluttershy shook her head. No.

Twilight tried to conceal a grunt of frustration, and began scanning the surrounding area for magic signatures or tracks. Her eyes widened as her magic system executed the spell and pinpointed something loaded with magic moving slowly away from them through the bushes.

“I’ll send somepony for you,” Twilight said, then took off, scampered back up the western ledge, and followed the invisible trail of magic radiation.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo both knew Twilight Sparkle was onto them, and they tried to move quickly. It stressed them knowing the lavender unicorn, Ponyville’s finest in magic, was sniffing everywhere for them.

Scootaloo stayed close to Sweetie Belle, not knowing her fellow Cutie Mark Crusader had discreetly deployed a spell to throw Twilight Sparkle off. There was no spark, nor hiss of magic.

They trudged north along the bushed up shore of the creek. Neither of them wanted to be caught by her. They’d end up in trouble so deep. Scootaloo felt a panic attack coming on and tried to keep her cool. Her mind ran wild with the things her parents would say, even the possibility of them punishing her by sending her to Applejack’s farm for good.

Both tried to move stealthily, and not make too much noise-

A twig snapped under Scoot’s back hoof, and she gasped, then held her breath, and froze. After a few seconds, she resumed carefully pawing her way around all the loose leaves, rocks, and twigs-

A tingling sensation of magic quickly enveloped the terrified filly, and she saw the air around her glow bright pink. Before she could take another step, she was yanked right out of there, up into the blinding Sunlight, and found herself face to face with a pissed off Twilight Sparkle.

“Scootaloo! What are you doing here?” Twilight demanded, just as shocked as the filly she just caught. She held Scootaloo in the air in front of her as she trotted away from the bushes and set her down on the grass.

“I...I...I-I…” Scootaloo just stuttered, scared to even speak as Twilight stared her down.
“Hurry up, out with it!” Twilight barked. She was too impatient. Then it hit her she just got duped. No way in Equestria could Scootaloo, a young pegasus, ever hold or discharge that kind of power. The culprit beamed its magic on Scootaloo, and used her as a decoy.

“Hurry up, start talking!” Twilight urged her.

“I didn’t do it! I didn’t blow up Fluttershy’s birds! I swear it wasn’t me!”

“Then who was it?!” Twilight snapped, impatient for an answer. “Come on, I need to find out who did this!”

But Scoots wasn’t inclined to answer. To her, Twilight Sparkle was a creepy character. She didn’t forget about that time Twilight forced the CMC’s to take that ugly rag doll, which Twilight cast a spell that caused them to fight over it. And she was afraid of exposing Sweetie Belle, and retribution she’d likely face. She didn’t trust Sweetie Belle not to blow her up along with those birds. And the Apples, whom she hated and distrusted.

“Scootaloo, seriously, I have no time for your games. I’m going to count to three- no I’m not even going to count to one. You tell me who it is and where she or he is at right this instant, or I’ll do a memory crystal check on you and take the answers out of you myself!”
To make good on her threat, Twilight magicked open a side bag and produced a memory crystal, and stared the filly down, dead serious on her intent.

Scootaloo screamed and ran as fast as she could, but didn’t get two trots before Twilight grabbed her with magic and brought her back.
“Let me go! Put me down!” Scootaloo squeaked. She did not want her memory recorded or any magic messing with her like it did Sweetie Belle. “Let me go you big purple freak!”

Twilight held Scootaloo in place as she prepared the memory crystal, then using her magic, she went to pry open Scootaloo’s mouth.

“I have had it with your naughty behavior, and I got no time for this crap. A bunch of ponies are gonna be hurt or killed since you won’t tell me who it is! Don’t lie to me, I know you were with the suspect!” Twilight said, frustrated with Scootaloo’s refusal to cooperate. “Now open up.”

Scootaloo batted the rock away with a hoof, hard enough it fell out of Twilight’s magic field and hit the ground.
Twilight grunted in frustration as she tried to hold the filly still, and jam that rock into her mouth.

“Twilight Sparkle, what the hay are you doing to that foal!”

“Huh?”

Twilight turned, completely distracted by who shouted, and saw two earth ponies, a mare and a stallion, both whom were astonished and outraged. Scootaloo furiously struck back.

She delivered a violent kick, connecting her hind hooves with the lavender unicorn’s horn, and applied more than her angry share of pain for what Twilight was about to forcefully do to her.

Again, the horn is a very vulnerable and sensitive part of a unicorn’s body and magic system. Any violent impact will displace large amounts of magic and deliver hundreds of volts’ worth of shocks throughout the unicorn’s entire body, nearly paralyzing it, leaving the unicorn incapacitated, and down for the count. Applejack did that to Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo remembered how it messed her friend up. Twilight, on the other off, was not being friendly.
Twilight Sparkle screamed and completely buckled up, and hit the ground. The magic field she conjured to hold Scootaloo faded and the filly hit the ground running.

“Scootaloo!” both her parents, Snapper (her dad) and Lassy (her mother) gasped to see such violence come from their filly as she dropped, got up, and ran over to them.

“Mom! Dad!” Scootaloo cried. She forgot all about Sweetie Belle. “That unicorn tried to steal my memories!”

Instinctively she hid behind Snapper. Lassy put her hooves around her. “Shh, it’s okay, we’re here.” They’d both be livid with her for her violent behavior, but they saw the whole thing, and knew she was defending herself. Now to figure out why a full grown, intelligent unicorn mare would do such a thing to a filly.

Twilight writhed on the ground for a few minutes. She tried to get up, but violent static sparks going off inside her body prevented her from moving much. She tried to get up, then plopped on the ground again, and her hooves and tail kept twitching.

“What the hay is the meaning of this?” Snapper shouted. All he got was a grunt from the lavender unicorn.

The magic discharges ceased, and Twilight struggled to her hooves. Now she had one hell of a killer headache, and her horn felt like it was on fire. She tried to snap out of the daze, but now she felt like she was having one bad hangover. A tear came to her eye because it hurt so much.

“Well?” Snapper demanded, seeing her becoming coherent. “You care to explain to us WHY you tried to steal our filly’s memory? What kind of a sick twisted game are you up to?”

“You could have seriously hurt her!” Lassy added, still cradling a weeping Scootaloo in her forelegs. “All your magic...it could make her really sick!”

Twilight Sparkle felt incredibly guilty. Now that she was down, her senses came back to her with force. She knew that was absolutely no way to treat a foal, no matter how important the information in her little brain was.

“...S...s-sorry….there’s...somepony...who...stole...my spellbook and...…”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Scootaloo?” Lassy asked, “What is she talking about?”

Scootaloo didn’t speak as the guilt and fear returned.

“All this for a spellbook?” Snapper barked at Twilight. “Are you bucking serious?”

The unicorn didn’t say much.

“Snapper, we should go, ponies are taking notice of us,” Lassy hissed to her husband.

“...Right. Lassy, you get Scootaloo home and make sure she’s not hurt. And put the kettle on. Looks like we’re going to have company tonight.”

“Snapper, who-”

Snapper Loo pointed a hoof in Twilight Sparkle’s direction. “We’re all going to get to the bottom and sort this out. And certainly not in public.”

Lassy, not one to argue, just nodded. “Very well, dear.”

The sun had set, and the lights were on at the Loos’ home. Lassy cooked up a supper of artichoke casserole stuffed with cheese, and to wash the food down, she prepared cinnamon tea.

Dinky Doo ate hungrily and quickly wolfed down her supper. After a busy afternoon in magic class, and running around with her mother, Derpy, the little filly worked up quite an appetite. Sometimes she ate more than Scootaloo, who just poked at her food.

“Scootaloo, eat your supper,” Lassy beckoned as she tended to the twin foals.

Twilight Sparkle was also in the house, eating in the den. Snapper brought her home, and almost had to carry her on his back. He had to take the back alleys to avoid drawing the ire of all the new Apple ponies and town guards walking around.

They put a cold wet cloth on her head and horn to help ease the pain. Scootaloo kicked her pretty hard. A bruise formed at the base of her horn.

After supper, Lassy was getting the twins ready for bed and Dinky on her homework. Scootaloo sat at the kitchen table as ordered.

“Well, how is she?” Lassy asked as she came into the kitchen to fill up baby bottles with almond milk.

“She’ll be fine, just aching,” Snapper replied. “She told me somepony stole her spellbook, and Scootaloo was down by the creek behind Fluttershy’s home when we all heard that magic thunder. Twilight thinks she knows who the culprit is.” Snapper finished his sentence with his gaze on Scootaloo, who just seemed to shrink in her seat.

“Now it’s your turn, Scoots. Who did it?”

“I...I don’t know,” Scootaloo muttered, staring at the table.
“Don’t you lie to us. Keep that up and I’ll ground you for the first week of summer, and you’ll be home doing chores and miss out on the Summer Sun Celebration, you understand?”

As if the threat of grounding was any threat. She was basically grounded unless she wanted the Apples dragging her back to Applejack’s farm, where they beat foals for not working. Staying in her room seemed like a vacation to her now.

“Scootaloo, answer your father,” Lassy chided her.

“Scoots,” her father continued, “Twilight lost a very powerful spellbook today, one that grants unicorns the power to kill. Whoever it was massacred a bunch of exotic birds of Fluttershy’s, and apparently the suspect can hurt and even kill other ponies. You want that kind of thing on your conscience, girl?”

“...no, Dad…”

“Then fess up, and tell us who it was! Nopony is going to blame you for the theft of the spellbook or the slaughter of those birds. But mark my words, young lady, if you do not speak up this minute, and tell us who it was, then you will be partly responsible for all the deaths that occur from this moment on, you hear me?!” Snapper was almost shouting, and Scootaloo began to tear up.

` “Snapper, did you have to be so harsh on her?”

“Yes, I must dear, this filly needs to understand the gravity of the situation here.”

Scootaloo said nothing. Nopony understood what she and especially Sweetie Belle had to put up with at Sweet Apple Acres. She wished Applejack wasn’t so mean, and that she’d be nice like she used to but deep down she wanted all those other Apple ponies eliminated. Those who forcefed her the blood apples, making her unable to use her wings at all. Pegasus wings to generate and require magic for a much needed energy boost.

A few tense moments past, then her father came up with the ultimate threat:

“Okay, then, how about this: If you won’t tell us this minute who stole and used that spellbook, then you can go on and explain everything to Applejack and tell her how you really hurt her friend, infact, as punishment for your refusal to cooperate you can stay at the farm until you decide to come clean with the tru-”

“It was Sweetie Belle!” Scootaloo blurted urgently, trying not to break up and cry. The fear of going back to Applejack’s farm punched the truth right out of her.

“She stole Twilight’s spellbook, and she fried up those fancy birds!”

Both her parents were stunned. Sure the three little foals- her, Sweetie Belle, and Applebloom, got into plenty of trouble, and made themselves a little infamous in Ponyville for their antics, but this was unbelievable. And Snapper only threatened to take her to Applejack because the farmer mare was good at getting the truth out of foals.

“Sw-Sweetie Belle took it? Are you sure?” Lassy asked, sitting down across from the crying filly, and stroked her mane.

Scootaloo felt horrible and scared about betraying Sweetie Belle. She nodded.

“Any idea what...Sweetie Belle plans to do with the spells she got from that book?” Snapper asked a little less aggressively.

Scootaloo was terrified of being sent to Sweet Apple Acres over this, and she feared for her life at this point.

“She...she wants to kill everypony...she wants to fry Applejack...and her family ‘cause they beat her up real bad.”

Both Snapper and Lassy looked at one another, then at her. They were unsure if this was some messed up tall tale. But the notion was still unsettling. It was unheard of Applejack or anypony being so violent, especially towards a foal.

Twilight Sparkle entered the kitchen. “I heard everything.”

“You think she’s telling the truth? These foals will come up with all kinds of crazy stories.”

Twilight nodded. “Without a doubt. Applejack has not been herself at all since winter. She’s gone crazy, and for all I know, mad with power. But I...I really need to get all the details…”

Twilight looked at Scootaloo, who had her head on the table, and was sobbing.

“...with a memory crystal, more than she can tell-”

“Buck you!” Scootaloo snapped harshly. “Don’t you steal my memories!”

“Scootaloo!” Lassy barked. “That is enough out of you! I would be inclined to say no but this is a very serious matter! There’s more to memory than what anypony can explain. Twilight needs to see and hear everything you witnessed. She needs to see for herself what happened.”

“She...she just wants to show Applejack and get me in trouble…” Scootaloo muttered in tears, and shot a hostile glance at the lavender unicorn.

Twilight sat next to Lassy (Scootaloo pulled back from her mother’s hooves).

“Scootaloo,” she said softly, “I want you to know right this minute that I am not on Applejack’s side of this at all. I’m not going to show her and tell her what you share with me, and I certainly won’t let her punish you either.”

“Wait, a minute, Twilight, what’s this about Applejack? She’s complained some odd bit about her.”

“That, she knows, and I want to see. I tried speaking to Applejack, and that didn’t go very well. She knows more than Ido. Please, Mr, and Mrs. Loo, I beg your permission to get a copy of her memories. And I swear, it will not hurt her one bit. All I want is information about Applejack’s family, and what saw with Sweetie Belle and my spellbook.”

Snapper and Lassy looked at each other. Snapper was the stallion of the house, but Lassy was very protective of her foals. Too bad Applejack fooled her into letting Scoots stay at the apple farm the weekend they had their vacation.
Scoots looked up at her parents and shook her head no-

“Very well, Twilight, but don’t force it. Talk us through it, and show us the results. If Applejack’s been abusing my daughter, I sure as hell want to know about it!”

Scootaloo felt crushed as she was terrified of the process. She thought it would be really painful and she’d lose all her memory. That’s why she kicked Twilight in the horn.

“Alright,” Twilight said as she grabbed her sidebags from the den, and produced a memory crystal. The rock looked like a golden agate.

Lassy sat next to Scootaloo, not merely to block off an escape attempt, but to comfort the filly. Same as when she took Scoots and Dinky to get their vaccine shots when they were younger.

“Now then, Scootaloo,” Twilight explained, grunting as it hurt to cast magic. She herself couldn’t believe a little filly could deliver such a powerful kick...then again she realized that Scootaloo had grown since the first time she met the little filly.

“...I assure you, this won’t hurt a bit. All you feel is a ticklish sensation while the crystal is recording. And that will stop when it’s finished. You will not lose your memories at all, trust me. I work for the town guard and I have to run these memory crystal tests on ponies all the time to find out the truth about everything. Not one of them said it hurt.”

Scootaloo nodded.

“And if it does hurt her, it ends. Immediately. We want to help you but not at my filly’s expense.” Lassy said with a serious tone. The test Twilight was explaining was just as alien to her as it was to Scootaloo.

Twilight nodded, slightly taken aback by Lassy’s distrust.

“Well then, let’s get on with it,” Snapper said impatiently.

“R-right.” Twilight said, lifting the rock with her magic. “I need Scootaloo to place this in her mouth. Don’t worry, it’s clean, and I can even cast a spell to give it a flavor. She needs to hold onto it for at least a degree so the magic within can properly copy her memory. She will not forget everything, and anything I don’t need will be erased. Do you understand?”

“Scoots? Did you pay attention? You know what you need to do?”

Scootaloo hesitated, then nodded. Twilight levitated the rock in front of her. It shined under the light of the hanging lamp over the table. “Now please say ‘ahh’

“I have a better idea, how about you let her place the rock in her mouth by her own. Let her participate, and not just force it on her.” Lassy suggested.

“O-okay,” Twilight said as she placed the rock in front of Scoots. Without another word, the filly placed the rock in her mouth. It was about the size of a small russet potato. It tasted like strawberries thanks to the extra spell Twilight placed on it. She then put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes. She was very exhausted and it felt ages since school let out just this afternoon. Soon enough that tingling sensation came up but it didn’t hurt her.

“Scoots, are you alright?” Lassy asked her. she just nodded and grunted. “Thank you for doing this for Twilight. You’re a good girl.”

A degree later, the tingling sensation Scootaloo felt all throughout her head and body ended, and as instructed, spat out the rock. Then she started crying again.

“Come on, let’s get you into bed. You’ve had a long difficult day,” Lassy said as she began to take Scoots upstairs to hers’ and Dinky’s bedroom.

“Hold on, Lass, I think she owes Twilight an apology.”

Scoots looked at Twilight and said quietly, “I’m sorry I kicked you in the horn.”

“Apology accepted, and I’m sorry I was so impatient with you,” Twilight said with a smile that Scoots didn’t return.

“Come on, up to bed,” her mother beckoned.

The second Scootaloo’s head rested against her pillow, the filly passed out.

Twilight Sparkle worked up a sweat as she beamed pictures and video from the crystal onto a blank wall for Snapper and Lassy to see. The recorded sounds came from the rock itself.

The three of them were shocked by what they watched. They saw the harsh confrontation with Applejack, and they saw Sweetie Belle after Applejack hoof beat her. And they saw all the things that were going on at Sweet Apple Acres, all through Scootaloo’s eyes.

“Oh my Celestia!” Lassy gasped as she watched the part where Applejack shouted at Scootaloo, demanding to know where Sweetie Belle was then bashed her upside the head with a hoof.

Snapper grunted as he boiled with rage. He was furious. Even after Applejack said she wouldn’t work Scootaloo into the ground, she did it anyway and made that filly work the rest of the day at the farm when the three got picked up by the Apples afterschool.

Scootaloo was a hoof-ful, and her parents enjoyed the brief respite they had these last few weeks when Scootaloo was at the farm on most days. But now they sincerely regretted it. Then they watched the part where Scootaloo snuck aboard the manure cart and escaped from the farm, met with Sweetie Belle by the creek, watched her blow those birds up, and then tried to escape before being caught by Twilight.

Her parents felt utterly betrayed by Applejack.

“What do we do now?” Lassy asked, trying not to cry herself.

“That does it. Scootaloo and Dinky are leaving Ponyville. I’ll have them stay with their aunt and uncle up in Wooton.”

“But, dear, Derpy will have a fit! She can’t exactly leave Ponyville, she’s got her mail delivery runs to do.”

“Yeah, well, that mare wouldn’t live with herself if she allowed Dinky to wind up at the Apple farm. Either Derpy finds her a safer place to live or we’ll take her to Wooton. Derpy will still have the same visitation rights, she should have no problem flying there and back. I’ll put a message out to her at the post office tomorrow. And I want you and our foals on the morning train tomorrow.

“But Snapper, I’m doing the pottery showcase for the Celebrat-”

“No buts! Foals, train, tomorrow morning. Get them to our relatives, and once they’re settled with my relatives, come back and do the show. In fact, I’d rather you stay out of Ponyville. I’ll come up and join you.”

Lassy sighed. Twilight didn’t argue either. They knew she’d be vulnerable to Applejack’s manipulative behavior if Snapper left her in town and took the foals himself up to Wooton.

“I need to go,” Twilight said, trying to fight back a yawn.

“Are you sure?” Lassy asked, “You look so worn out. Is your horn okay?”

Twilight grunted. Her head was still throbbing with pain. None of the herbal tea they have her eased it one bit.

“Twilight, I don’t think you should be out in your condition. Do please stay the night.”

The unicorn thought. She really wanted to go after Sweetie Belle and stop her before she could do any serious damage. But she could hardly walk straight. And she felt dizzy.

“Please rest. The sofa is all yours,” Snapper suggested. Twilight didn’t argue. She knew she was out of commission, and would quickly wind up in danger if she ran into some hostile Apples, especially at night, when they were on edge and would be more than suspicious of a unicorn sneaking around at night. Lassy threw a blanket over her and offered her another glass of water, which she gladly took.

She tossed and turned, and eventually fell asleep.

Author's Notes:

1 degree = 4 minutes in human time. 10 minutes in pony time. (In ponytime, each minute has 24 seconds)