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In the morning, Narrowleaf awoke to the sound of birds. He yawned, wiping the mud of his legs.
Narrowleaf sighed. "Mmm hmm.." He murmured.
"Yeah... G'Night, Bolt..." He replied.
Narrowleaf yawned. "G-G'Night... Whoever hears me..." He mumbled, falling asleep.
"Right... I won't take part... Flitter when angry..." Narrowleaf murmured, shuddering. "J-Just gonna..."
"I... I think Brisk fell asleep, too." Narrowleaf said, laughing.
"I... Oh... Whoops..." Narrowleaf replied. "Didn't catch on."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Don't worry. She was delicious... Best pony I've ever eaten..." He said.
"Nothin' just had a long day... Wife died... Ate her corpse... She's a ghost..." He yawned. (Oh... No... No...)
"Y-Yeah..." Narrowleaf replied, lying down. "That..."
"I know. I was also joking." Narrowleaf said.
"You be quiet ya big bully!" He replied.
"I... I hate it. That's why I wore a hat. ...Until my mother stole it." He replied.
"What do you mean?" He asked in response.
"We don't hate you." Narrowleaf said, telepathically. "Well... I don't."
"Alright... I will, Bolt." Narrowleaf murmured, frowning.
Narrowleaf took a step back. "Two things I gotta say... One, don't touch my mane. Two, there is no control. It's from Brisk subconsciously...
Narrowleaf chuckled. "I understand if you don't trust me at first. I wouldn't either. But I would like to make clear that the only reason I'm...
"T-Teach me what?" Narrowleaf asked. (I'm all alone. Aww... Whatever I guess...)
