We Found Your Hat

As the trio arrived at the park, night set in, and though lacking in color, it possessed a particular beauty. Since the brightness of the sun had fully dissipated, the shimmering moon unleashed its semi-blue glisten. The lunar object released enough light for anypony to stride through nighttime with ease, and even the stars, though mostly under cloud cover, shed some sparkle. Between the light and an inconsistent breeze, leafy shadows swayed vaguely. Even the dark figures cast by Loops, Logo, and Pixer added some personality. Not a single doubt existed concerning the level of delightfulness.

Figuring they could use some overhead cover, Logo directed the group to a tree. Here, a conversation began.  “I'm a bit surprised Rainbow had never heard of God before,” the writer commented. “I mean, I've heard people say that there are many even in Equestria who haven't heard about the Bible before, but I guess I'm a little shocked see it myself.” A light breath escaped his lungs. “Well... maybe we'll get the chance to talk to her again while we're here. Anyways, I'm curious to hear how you managed to get to Ponyville, Loops. Hadn't your parents forbidden you from coming?”

With a blank expression, Pixer added in, “I'd like to know too.”

Loops immediately peeked upward and tilted slightly sideways. In the process, his light blue bangs fell to one side of his face. “W-well, you see, the spring babies of a Germane octopus lost their tubular asteroids. Because of this, their stubborn mother ate rabies-infested crocodiles on the side of Fillydelphia's sports stadium which lost all of its trees to flushing toilets in the east.” This random nonsense was actually commonplace for Loops. On any given day, he would change the topic in such a manner. Most people found it amusing, and like most, Logo chortled.

“I love you Loops.” Logo had his own “isms” as well. He would usually communicate his “love” when another made him laugh. Though, he would never say such to a mare. “Okay, so no, seriously, how did you get here?”

“He flew,” Pixer commented. Two words plainly revealed a piece of Pixer. He tended to make sarcastic remarks of the obvious, and due to his innate ability to keep a straight face, they were equally as humorous as Loops' tangents of random.

Additionally, Logo had the power of over-exaggerated reactions as proven when he smacked his forehead with his hoof. He even had to say, “Gah, face-hoof! Face-hoofay.” He struck himself a second time before pounding the tree with his head. “Head... tree. Ow. That hurts more than a desk. Anyways...” Logo had the tendency to hurt himself in ridiculous ways.

“It's a really cool story, actually.” A toothy grin developed for Loops. The musical Pegasus often shared happenings in his life with his two friends and in doing so, encouraged himself and his friends. If Loops had a story to tell, Logo and Pixer loved to listen. “When I talked to my parents about the dream, Hatless, and Pixer's mission, they initially said no.” He took a seat and went on, “That's when you guys decided to go without me.” At this time, the other Pegasus and the Earth Pony joined Loops in resting on their hind legs and bum. “The thing is, I had the dream again, and it was exactly the same as before. Later, when I went to work, I had a customer come up to me. He randomly asked me if I had any plans for the future. I explained to him that I wanted to come here, and I said that I believed God wanted me to.” Revealing surprise, Logo squinted an eye and lifted a brow, but Pixer showed little reaction. “Yeah, God gave me courage to speak; I didn't feel nervous at all. And, it turned out, this pony was a Christian too. His name was Andeo, and he owns a mail delivery service, and he offered to let me ride in one of his mail cabins on the way here to Ponyville... for free!” Both of Loops' friends looked to each other with a grand gawk—yes, even Pixer. They then chuckled before returning their attention to Loops. “After that, I walked home, even though I could have flown. On the way home, I saw one of my neighbors trying to pull a chariot out of a ditch. I gave her a hoof and got it out for her.” The navy blue Pegasus scratched the back of his head. “Suddenly, she asked me if I traveled a lot and if there were any specific place I wanted to visit. Of course, I told her I wanted to come to here.  And, it was really cool because she had wanted to come to Ponyville for a long time. At that point, I was like... I need to go. I talked with my parents again about it all, and they said I could go. I saw Andeo the next day, so I asked him if I could get a ride. He said yes... and here I am. It was actually a lot faster than if I flew myself.”

His Earth Pony friend shook his head erratically, shrugged emphatically, and blinked repeatedly, while Pixer smirked with dumbfounderment. “That's amazing!” he exclaimed.

Wide-eyed, the red Pegasus supplemented, “Yeah, that's incredible.”

“Yup.” When Loops spoke that last word, silence appeared. Loops was content seeing he had made the trek so far and finally met up with his friends. The two who had been in Ponyville several hours longer pondered the subject. After their encounter with Applejack, they began to wonder if they should stick around to meet Hatless. Their doubt washed away.

“So... tomorrow we'll see if we can find Hatless, right?” Logo inquired expectantly.

“Yeah.”

“Definitely.”

A smile spread. “Good. I guess we will have to wait to determine what to do next. Pray about it; I'm sure God will do something.” The Pegasi nodded. “Awesome. Now I'm tired. Good night.” The writer flopped on the ground and then shuffled about until he found a comfortable position. The photographer and musician soon mimicked the action.

“Nood Gight.” This was a trait they all shared. Spoonerisms—the switching of initial consonant sounds of two words—was a slip of the tongue for some, but for these three it was intentional.

“Nood Gight.” Loops parroted what Pixer said.

Sleep snatched them speedily. If they hadn't been so exhausted, they would have chatted a lot before falling asleep; however, events filled their day so much so that rest was welcome. The next day would likely be the same.