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Dry Boy had a dream that night and as clear as the breathe of the air, he remembered it. Just as it is easy to breathe it was easy to remember that dream for it was a message from the eternal Creator. Again, Dry Boy was in the same open field as the last dream and as the last dream the sky was covered in clouds and it roared, it whaled, and it growled as if it was hunting. Six lightning bolts pierced the earth and dug beneath the dirt of the earth and the earth pulsed with light that spread out to the trees and so likewise the trees lit up. At the last lightning bolt, it pulsed once and as the light passed through the grass and dirt and trees, as it passed all was dead except for Dry Boy and another One. As all was dead, a mysterious black-cloaked pony came from the darkness of the dead trees, he walked and searched for food because he was very hungry. He bowed his head to eat some of the dead grass, but after a couple chews and a swallow he vomited it all out of his mouth. After wiping his mouth, the strange pony faced the opposite way of Dry Boy and looked up to the clouds and a voice was heard that was smooth and ran along with the rushing winds that grew stronger.

"Dry Boy, do you remember Andrew?"

Dry Boy needed to find strength to respond because he was afraid of that mysterious pony. "Y-yes"

"Thus, you shall live as him, for he is hated by his beloved, and I have made him homeless because he too has rebelled against Me. Thus let, the fifth of the six curses be hatred, and let the fifth of the six judgments be poverty" As the pony spoke, to the end of his speech, the winds rushed like an angry water fall and it started to blow some of the dead grass off the ground but the cloak of the pony appeared not to move at all. Dry Boy slightly lost balance because of the wind but the pony did not move, no, not one little bit. Dry Boy struggled to stand up straight yet the pony did not even lean towards the force of the wind.

The dream had not ended yet, because Dry Boy released an urge to ask the mysterious pony while fighting the winds with his voice "WHO ARE YOU?"

Then slowly, the pony started to turn and from his hood was a bright light as if the sun was walking on the earth.

Immediately, Dry Boy woke up. Immediately, he pushed the ponies off of him and he went to his drug to seek a hiding spot from his fear, but could not find a way to roll up a joint because his hoofs shook and rattled like maracas, as if a song was being played inside of him and because of this Dry Boy struggled to find a hiding place. Poverty and hatred, right after being given a home and love. Dry Boy's thoughts raged on inside of him and he found himself taking short and rapid breathes. He looked to the bed and all the mares were lying there on top of Chocolaty, except for Mariam. Dry Boy remembered the night before, and despite wanting to forget that night, memories and flashbacks of it continually played in his head and did not stop until Mariam came up stairs. She burst through the door standing on her hind legs, holding a double barreled shotgun in her forelegs. She was very angry and steam built up inside of her like a flaming wrath that was difficult to put out.

Mariam screamed so that everypony would wake up "Everypony has a minute to pack everything and get out!"

The mares woke up frightened, they hesitated and didn't know how to react because of shock.

Mariam yelled at them again "What the hell are you ugly sluts looking at. Get all your junk and get out of my house!"

Out of fright, the girls took everything that Tracey had filled Mariam's room with and hurried out of her house.

Once Chocolaty was awakened, he stood beside Dry Boy and tried to reason with her.

"Mariam, what is all this abo-"

"What the hay, are you two still doing here? Especially you" She aimed the end of the barrel at Dry Boy. "Why don't you just go out and do your gay crap somewhere else?"

Dry Boy began to speak "But Mariam, you were a part of it, too-"

"YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU DISGUSTING WHORE!" Mariam began to tear up, and her voice started to crackle a bit. "You shut your filthy whore mouth... We were supposed to be together. You were supposed to be MY Papa Bear. Instead you went back to this faggot, and you dragged me down with you!" she began to weep "I used to be a pure, and righteous woman, but then you came with your devious little snotty attitude and made me into the same little trashy SLUT THAT YOU ARE! Back in High School I saw something in you, something so fresh and new, something that would last, not only for you but also for me. We both studied scripture together wen you came back from deployment, we both ate together and you lived here after the day your parents died, we were both happy together and I thank God you lost your memory of High School, but now you just decide to start remembering everything for some god damn stupid reason and you have to bring everything back to the way it was because your pussy ass had daddy issues" Mariam was referring to Dry Boy's conflict with the Creator. "You even taught me how to hold this thing right, how to load it, and how to shoot it. You were supposed to be my boyfriend, my Papa Bear, but you just went ahead and committed adultery in front of me and convinced me to take part in it"

As soon as Mariam mentioned Dry Boy's parents, he started to cry as well. "M-Mariam... Please... I have nowhere to go"

"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING BUCK WHERE YOU GO. JUST GET OUT" Her face steamed now, instead of pink she became a furious red and tears ran down her hot cheeks while a raging stampede of bulls slammed against her heart, tempting her viciously to pull the trigger. "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!"

Dry Boy ran out before Chocolaty, holding back a flood with a weak dam. Behind him followed Chocolaty, and when they were outside of the pub, he called to Dry Boy.

"Dry Boy. Wait! Where are you going, you can stay with me"

Dry Boy ignored him and he ran into his truck without looking back. While struggling to start the truck, Mariam came out of the front entrance of the pub and threw out what was left of Dry Boy's bag of weed and his rolling papers onto the pavement and went back inside. Dry Boy poofed them back into his truck, he strapped his seat belt and started the car. He quickly drove out of the parking lot, and went away, having nowhere to go and no where to stay.