It took about ten hours for Luna to finally speak up.

"Our hooves are quite at rest now. We art able to continue, if thou all art read-"

"Why the fuck do you speak in old english?" Laramie asked out of the blue.

"W-we art-"

"And pluralize yourself? What's the deal there?"

And with that Luna began crying.

Derek, being the man of the house, picked up Luna and carelessly tossed her outside the shelter.

We thank Derek for this service to his country.

Author's Note

i am noteworthy?