The Draconequus in Socks...

“Now we come to

slip and slap, Twilight.

Try to say this

Oh, Princess Twilight…”

“Fish on Discord slip.

Fish on Twilight slap.

Six sick fish slip.

Six sick books slap.”

Twilight gets up slightly irritated glaring at Discord.

“Oh Discord. I don’t this trick, Discord.

My mind is starting to sleep from listening to your tricks.

I’m starting to get

Fish and slip mixed up with the

Books and slap.

I can’t do it, Discord.

Now leave me to do my work.”

Discord gave her a perplexed look, and then smiled. “Oooh, I’m so sorry, Twilight.”

“Here I’ll make it an easy

game to play.

Here is an easy thing

to say.”

“There’s a hat.

A new hat.

Whose hat.

Darang doo’s hat.

Who finds whose hat?

Darang Doo finds Darang Doo’s hat.

           Who sees who finds

           whose new hat, Twilight?

           You see Darang Doo finds

           Darang Doo’s new hat, Twilight.”

                               “That’s not easy, Discord.”

Twilight glares at Discord, and he glares back.