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// 65 Shadow Puppets 
// Story: Moonie shorts [Filly Nightmare Moon] 
// by Eighth 
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For whatever reason, the Pegasus ponies decided that there needed to be a small heatwave. It was to dry up the water of some flood or something like that, it was hard to listen as the heat had been affecting your brain at that time. Even late at night, like now, the heat refuses to waver.
"Move over Anon," shoves Moonie as she returns to the cool safety of the pillow fort.
You're not loaded, so you can't afford a decent way to cool your home, Moonie can't use a spell like that for long enough, and Trixie is off on a little tour. Instead you've made a small pillow fort, using sheets to seal it with a fan blowing cold air from a melting frozen water bottle sitting behind it. While outside is comparable to the deserts of Saddle Arabia, inside the fort is cool enough to prevent you from sweating more than a witness in a Phoenix Wright game.

"So, what should we do?" A bored Moonie asks.
"Sleep? It's late," you reply as you fall backwards onto the fluffy pillow-littered floor.
Moonie protests with noise in place of words, shocking her hooves into your gut until you sit back up.
"Ugh... I dunno any ideas?"
Moonie just quietly looks at you, waiting patiently. While it might seem uncharacteristic for her, she knows that sort of thing annoys you. So she sits there trying to hide that beaming of a grin.

"Here," you state as you grab a nearby flashlight, "shadow puppets."
"What?"
"You use a light and then make little shapes and animals with your..."
You cut yourself off as you stare at Moonie's tiny little stump-shaped hooves.
"My what?"
"Hands," you chortle.
Moonie gives you a heaving shove. But you're bigger and heavier than she is so you barely move.
"Look."
You flick on the light and point it towards a sheet, then you lock your hands together to cast a ball shadow before unfurling your fingers to look like a bird.
"Oh! That's neat. What else can you do?"
"Let's see, maybe a rabbit."
You do a basic bunny, two fingers for ears and bob your hand so it appears to hop.
"Ew, rabbits are pests. Something else," she excitedly replies.
"Dog?"
Once again you make the appropriate puppet, and even give your best barking noise which elicits a squeal of excitement from Moonie.

"Let me try."
"How are you going to do that?" you ask as Moonie tries pushing you aside.
"Watch," she grunts as she charges up her horn with a bright blue aura.
There's a small wind that causes the sheets to flap and flutter faintly as a blob seeps from her horn before it begins to weave and sculpt itself. You're rather impressed that she's made progress on her magic control.
"Woah, hang on--"
She's cut off by her magic imploding on itself. The blast is sturdy enough to knock you down, sends Moonie sliding across the room, and the pillows up into the air before falling into you.

"You're rebuilding the fort," you bellow.
"I didn't do it!" Moonie decries.
"And quick! I'm sweating already and I'm not looking to drown here."