"What's the big deal? I just wanted to say hi to my mom."
"You raised her from the dead, Zecora!” the elder pounded a hoof on the ground.
"I missed her. I really don't see why my talking to her triggered you all so much."
"Necromancy is a serious offense, as you are well aware. The punishment is either death or banishment after drinking this poetic justice." The elder carefully lifted a bottle from his saddle pouch. "Either way, no more talking to the dead!"
"Well, if those are my options..." Zecora grabbed the potion from the elder's hooves. "Bottom's up!"
She curiously looked around but silent was the crowd, no zebra dared to make a sound.
"So, what was in the brew?" On the ground the bottle she threw. "What does this potion do?"
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I got nothing....
11132331 Zecora doesn't have any words either. She never will.
Just rhymes, forever.
It makes you rhyme all the time, Zecora.
11132622 Maybe Zecora doesn't even notice that she's rhyming all the time. Maybe she's like you who also rhyme every time you write something. You did notice that you're always rhyming, didn't you? Remember all the problems you had with people around you throughout your life. It was all because you rhyme all the time.
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Now, ¡Zecora is a pœt and she does not even know it!