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// A to be friend in a faraway land 
// Story: Lunar school 
// by skittylikesmlp 
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	Someplace far away...
Avispa walked the path he took everyday. 
To the woods. 
Away from the hive. 
To a place where his kind where not living and he could be himself and show his fanged, bug-eyed, black face.
A changeling could ask for nothing more.
But most changelings stayed out of the woods, due to it’s lack of love.
Avispa, on the other hoof, found nothing but love there. 
Not for a pony Avispa was disguised as but for him himself. 
He wasn’t stealing there love. 
For there love was for him. 
All the forest animals that lived out there cared for Avispa because Avispa was Avispa. 
He entered the woods. 
Dark at first but then soon dappled with brightness from the sun that shone through the leafs.
There was a rustle in the bushes and then a small grey tabby tom appeared.
“Avispa!” The cat called in greeting.
“Dusk-Bright!” Avispa called in greeting to his old feline friend. “How’s the family?”
“Oh! It’s great! Monarch is a great mother to our kittens. Just this morning Birch, Maple and Sycamore all tried there first taste of meat!” The proud tom said.
“That’s great Dusk-Bright!” Avispa said before walking on.

Avispa came across a small meadow.
The rabbits where running around and Avispa was soothed by the scent of daisies.
“Hey it’s Avispa!” “Hello Avispa!” “Avispa!” The bunny’s calls of hello raised as Avispa walked on nodding to the rabbits.
“How are you Avispa dearie?” Said a tan rabbit who had her storm grey husband behind her and there two cottontail sons in tow.
“I’m fine Mrs. Xon. How’s Eddy and Butch?” Avispa said turning to the two little cottontail bunnies.
“Oh there fine dearie! Have you heard the bird’s singing down at the thicket? Oh it’s heavenly! I believe they shall have a concert soon.” The she-bunny said.
“Thank you for pointing me that way. I shall go immediately.” Avispa said in thanks.

In a tall cedar tree the birds where singing in there little band.
The chickadee got of tune when he noticed Avispa.
“Avispa! Avispa!” He called excitedly, throwing the birds song into a tornado of confused tweets.
The blue jay started to say “What? What’s happening?”
The robins tried to continue the song but the beautiful melody was lost in the storm of tweets.
The cardinal unsure of what to do hummed the tune to ‘Here comes the Sun’.
The swallow got thrown off and started singing the bridge while the dove, lorikeet and a few other birds twittered in confusion.
Avispa raised his hole-filled hoof for the embarrassed chickadee to land on.
“Everyone makes mistakes.” Avispa tried to assure the chickadee.
The wood pigeon, leader of the chorus, landed on the ground in front of Avispa.
He gave his feathers a quick prune before puffing out his chest to look important.
“Aaron!” He yelled at the small chickadee. “Chorus was doing great before you made that outburst! What do you have to say for yourself!?”
“Peleus.” Avispa began trying to reason with the puffed up pidgeon. “Aaron just got a little excited to see me. That’s all.”
“Harumph! So your the problem! Go away! No sneaky peeks! You’ll have to wait ‘till the concert to hear our singing!”
“Okay then.” Avispa said. “I’ll get going.” He spread his wings and flew off to the heart of the forest.

“You sure took your time to visit me.” A voice said when Avispa arrived.
“Save your complaining for later.” Avispa said. “At least I came to see you at all.” 
Avispa’s companion hissed with laughter.
“You always come.” She said.
“Diamond.” Avispa said sternly looking his companion in her amber eyes.
“What Vispy?” The shadowy shape growled with boredom.
“I sense something wrong over near ponyville. There is a place that before had no life. Now it has life but no love.”
“Well then. Sounds like you need a companion to find out what’s up over there.” Diamond stept out of the shadows, teeth bared.
“Lets do this.” They said in unision.