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“Wis-” The mare’s white hoof shot out and plugged Cheerilee’s mouth.
“Shooosh! Being watched, remember? No names.” As the mare shifted her balance while cutting Cheerilee off, Truffle was made aware that his back left leg was missing! No, wait, don’t panic, that’s her leg, or lack thereof.
Convincing himself not to panic was going to be an increasingly uphill battle. It doesn’t help that he was starting to hear other disembodied voices again. They followed him even here?
He hurriedly tried to convince the mare that he had no idea what’s going on and he would love to leave, but if she heard him, she ignored him.
“They’re standing right about… here…” The mare shuffled around to stand where Truffle was that afternoon when he presumably passed out. “… at about noon, tomorrow.”
… tomorrow? Wait, was she talking about him?
“Good! This problem solves itself! We won’t be caught after all, Cheers!” The mare excitedly exclaimed.
“What? What do you mean? How does this problem ‘fix itself’?” Cheerilee countered.
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