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// The Family Matter 
// Story: Mini Mysteries 
// by Acologic 
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Trotting through Lower Canterlot, Slipstar decided to drop in on his father. At the latter’s home, he was not surprised to find the doors locked and bolted. Doubling back, he spied a figure moving quickly up the road. Even from this distance, he recognised the lurid jumper – his father’s favourite. 

‘Slipping out, are we?’ said Slipstar a few moments later. 

Cardow spun round. His face fell when he saw who had spoken.

‘I was going for a walk,’ he grunted.

‘To the pub, no doubt.’

‘Cheeky young imp! All right, if you must know, Mary Flick phoned. Her cat’s climbed that blasted pine again and can’t get down. I told her I’d help, got dressed and left the house. I’m on my way there now.’

‘Lying to your own son,’ said Slipstar sadly. ‘You really are shameless.’

How did Slipstar know?

If intending to help a cat down from a tree, no pony in their right mind would be wearing their favourite jumper.