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// Chapter 65 
// Story: One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon 
// by Tartarusbound 
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	After hours of work, copious hoof pointing, and what amounted to a lifetime of frustration, the herd created a rough pidgin to communicate with the outsiders. While fewer than ten ponies in the herd spoke it, quite a bit had been communicated.

The white one, for example, had conveyed the lack of any need for battle.

Other things proved far harder to communicate.

A small team of ponies eventually arrived, carrying no weaponry but intent upon approaching injured herd members with small and unidentified tools. Thankfully, Thunderstruck recognized a few of those tools as medical equipment and diffused the situation.