The Rock

Part 7

Mini Epilogue

I was glad the murderers were gone,

as any sane pony would be.

I knew that I was safe now.

And it was a relief.

My head "wound" healed up well.

(Not that it was ever actually as bad as they say).

After all, it was only an excuse

for a pony to kill me and get away.

I returned to my house in Manehattan,

on a final long distance flight.

And I hoped that this would never happen again,

And I could sleep well the rest of my nights.