The horse called Twilight Sparkle, of whom, much like others of her kind, were on the rather stout side of equine statures, stared unblinkingly at the sunset. Her slender horn, an indicator of her graceful presence as the fabled creature 'unicorn', aimed skyward in her stance.

Twilight Sparkle snorted a horsely snort, plodding away from the fence. It appears that the flies inhabiting the space had finally gotten on her nerves.

She paused. Alas, some poor sap had left their tome on the ground. The mare tilted her head, eyeing the cover up and down. It was a book on economics, presumably dropped by a wandering business student.

Twilight bent down and took a bite. Books were her favorite, of course, regardless of the many complaints received.

Author's Note

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