“Silver?”
“Yeah?”
“Why is the sky exploding?”
“What?”
“Yeah, the night sky.”
“Wait, hold on a sec. I’m washing dishes right now.”
“Yeah, sure, just finish up while I’m literally watching stars exploding.”
“Aw, come on man, don’t do that to me.”
“Hey, what am I supposed to do? Not tell the truth?”
“You could make it less enticing.”
“My apologies. I will tone it down, just for you, Silver.”
“Many thanks, Haze.”
“The bland night time view of our little town, the stars above flicker like fireflies, the rolling hills look the same as ever, the tree in front of our window silent and still… How’s that?”
“Sounds like the beginning of a short story.”
“You’re totally right! I should write that down…after though. Exploding stars are much more interesting.”
“Alright, alright! I’m putting down the dishes. Jeez, impatient much.”
“Dude, the sky is literally exploding. That’s like a once in a lifetime occurrence. Dishes happen like, once every two days.”
“Exploding, huh? How come I can’t hear anything?”
“Beats me. Silent explosions?”
“Is this some sort of military exercise?”
“How would I know?”
“You know everything.”
“No I don’t.”
“Alright, I’m here.”
“Welcome.”
“Oh, snap. You’re right.”
“Seeee! I don’t lie.”
“See, that right there, was a lie.”
“Shut up.”
“...”
“...”
“It’s beautiful, in a weird sense.”
“I totally get what you mean.”
“The finishing swirls after the explosion, like a fancy finish, or a bow after the end of a performance.”
“Maybe they aren’t explosions, maybe they’re dancers.”
“The Night Dancers.”
“Nah, too…I dunno, it’s just too.”
“Yeah, I get what you mean.”
“Hmm…”
“How about, The Swirling Ballerinas?”
“See, now that’s implying that…whatever those are, are mares.”
“Not true, there are stallion ballerinas. I thought you knew everything!”
“I never said I did! And of course I knew that. It’s just, that when somebody says ballerina, the immediate thought goes to a mare.”
“Ah, such is society.”
“Truer words have never been spoken.”
“...”
“...”
“Haze?”
“Yeah?”
“What do you think about all of this?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the news stations are probably covering all of this, the explosions or dancers, or whatever. What does it mean?”
“Like, in the context of our little insignificant lives?”
“In a pessimistic nutshell, sure.”
“Alright, well, in my little insignificant view, I think it’s just Mother Equus sharing its next wondrous thing with this world and its inhabitants.”
“That’s optimistic for a pessimist.”
“What can I say? I’m complicated.”
“HA!”
“Alright, Silver. What do you think about all of this?”
“Hmmm. Maybe it’s the end of the world.”
“Now who’s being pessimistic?”
“I’m thinking about this realistically.”
“No, no, no. Realistically would be, the stars are exploding.”
“How is that realistic!”
“Because, that’s literally what’s happening.”
“Hmmm…okay, I see your point.”
“Thank you.”
“Still doesn’t change the fact that the world is ending.”
“What gave you that idea!?”
“Explosions. In the sky.”
“I…yeah, no, that’s fair.”
“Thank you.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“...”
“...”
“Huh, it ended.”
“Welp, I guess that’s that.”
“Back to dishes.”
“Yep.”