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// Time Goes Slowly 
// Story: Winona's Adventure: Beyond the Everfree 
// by Silent Wars of Minds 
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I waited impatiently all day. It seemed as if someone had stopped time immeaditly. I tried hard not to look at the time on the clock tower that is visible to everyone, but I always ended up doing just that. Eight thirty. Since it was summer, the sun stayed out longer. Nights were shorter. "Oh come on!" I yelped, losing my mind. Eight thirty one. Time slowly went by. I took up the lame game of chasing your tail. I lost interest not long after. Eight thirty three. I tried running around. Up the attic stairs, around the attic, down the attic stairs, around the barn, and back up again. Eight thirty five. I disliked this very much. I tried howling. The echos creeped me out. It would creep you out too, even knowing it was your own. It makes you think that maybe there might be a timber wolf responding to you, hunting you down. Timber wolves are our worse enemy. They enjoy eating little pets. Timber wolves see us as cream puffs. It's terrifying! I looked at the tower for what seemed to be the millionth time today. Eight forty. Five more minutes! I almost jumped with joy, but remembered that Carrot Top doesn't come until eight fifty. I was doomed to be drowned in boredom. I returned to my running game. Except now I kept checking the time. Eight forty two. Eight forty five. Eight forty six. Eight forty six again. I was getting faster. No longer did my runs take two minutes. They took only thirty seconds. That, and I was taking short cuts in the barn. I stopped to rest, my tongue hanging out, myself breathing hard and panting. I needed a drink of water. I trotted over to the barn door. There my hardly eaten food lay along with my warm water. I suppose it was better than nothing, but it left a bitter taste in your mouth. I spitted out some of the water.
"Bleh," I muttered to no one because there was obviously no one here. I dashed back up to the attic window, which was covered in pawprints now. Eight forty nine. ONE MORE MINUTE!!!!!!!!! I ran down toto the barn door as fast as my long legs could carry my brown body. I halted right in front of it, tail wagging with great speed that I was sure it was going to fly off. Sure enough, the barn door began to open.
"Winona? Oh my! You must be excited to see us!" Carrot Top greeted me. Flyer hopped off her back and landed next to me. I winked at Flyer, who winked back.
"It took forever for you guys to come!" I barked. Carrot Top rubbed my head and went to go feed me and hopefully replace the warm water. Preferably with ice cubes in it. Cause it won't last long without them.
"Are you ready?" Flyer asked me. I barked with joy.
"Yes! Of course! Why wouldn't I be ready? I have been ready since you first visited us!" It was true. I had plans to find Applejack, even if it meant riding all the way to the capital of Equestria, Canterlot. I was willing to do just that to see Applejack, my wonderful and honest owner. Carrot Top trotted over to us.
"It was nice seeing you Winona, but we must get home." That might be a problem. Flyer was going to go with me. I growled in disagreement, ignoring that Applejack taught me that it was rude to growl at a guest. I did it anyway. And with great protest. Carrot Top looked at me, her eyebrow raised.
"What was that, Winona?" she asked, her voice still sweet but slightly cold. I contunied to growl and added a bark.
"Flyer stays here!" I nosed Flyer to show her. Carrot Top looked between Flyer and me.
"You want Flyer to stay?" I stppped growling and barked instead, letting my tail wag a little. Carrot Top went into her thinking stage, looking at the ceiling.
"I don't know... Flyer gets homesick without his little blanket." I let myself laugh a little at that fact.
"Hey!" Flyer chirped up, embarrassed. I nudged Flyer lightly with my left paw. Flyer punched me back, but it didn't hurt. 
"Alright you can stay, but just for tonight." I danced around her merrily. She laughed and once again rubbed my head before going out the door. Silently, just in case she was still around, we made our way to the haystack covering the hole.  Slipping through with little noise, I saw a hole big enough for me to fit through. Jagged wood planks surronded it. This was the gateway out. It was now or never. Flyer went out first. He slipped through with ease because of his size. I was next. Slowly, I began my way through. The blanks cut my fur and my skin. I almost yelped, but remembered to keep quiet. I could feel some blood soaking my fur. I would lick it later. I embraced the fresh air. The sweet smell of farm grown apples. The delight of having the wind on my face again, blowing my fur around. I had made it. I had escaped.