—Ok, here's the thing; I never wanted any of this to happen. It just sorta… got out of hoof. So, yes, this is my story. My name is Beat Link, and this the story of how pigs learned to fly (*gasp*). He he… sorry, but not really (though something like that would be kinda good, wouldn't it?). No; this is the story of a lost colt who found its way to friendship, and, in order to protect the ones he loved, had to make the ultimate sacrifice. It's a sad, tragic story full of grief and suffering and blood and…
—Beat…You're being overly-dramatic again.
—No, I'm not! That's exactly how it happened!
—…Did you died?
—Well, no, but I didn't meat "dying"!
—Ok, ok. I'm sorry. Please, continue.
—…No; now I lost track of my thoughts and can't continue. You see what you cause? There's only pain and chaos around you, Ango…
—Oh, god; just shut up and let them read it for themselves.
—…Ok. But don't you all tell me I didn't warn you. It's an intense anecdote with drama and adventure and…
—BEAT!
—Ok, ok, I'm shutting up… Jeez…