Reading her new book on astrology, Twilight Sparkle was laying down on a blanket in her house. It was warm inside, just heated enough to keep both Spike and Twilight cozy. Spike, on the other hand, was taking a nap. Of course, he was in his bed. The sprinkles of a doughnut cover his face.
“Yes, Spike, finished with my third book!” She was excited, especially because the next book was about magic.
“H-Huh? What was that, Twilight?” Spike was awoken by her jumpy attitude, and he was rubbing his eyes. After another few yawns, he felt as if he have woken up. Spike slipped out of bed, avoiding the huge stack of books, which was taller then Twilight herself.
“Oh, I just finished book three of 413. I have much more to go, as you can see,” She did seem a bit too enthusiastic about reading. More then usual. “and I am ready to read them.” Her mane was scuffled and her eyes were bloodshot. These books were about 2,000-7,000 pages each.
“The next book is about... oohh...” She murmured off into the book. It was about magic, and ways to hold ponies hostage, or restrain their movement with the flick of a horn.
“Um, Twilight...? What is the book about?” He seemed a bit confused by her crazy antic-y stuff.
