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// Story: Trial for a Rest 
// by Marwile 
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While (not) policewoman Jackie carried Twilight into her prepared bed, the court continued to the girls’ surprise.

“Let’s move on to the next case. Bailiff, bring in the defendant!” Judge Pinkie announced.

Snips, in a proper policeman costume, brought in Sandalwood and led him to the defendant’s chair.

“Sandalwood, you’re accused of attacking a fellow student. What do you plead?” Judge Pinkie asked.

“Not guilty, of course. I don’t even know what’s going on,” he answered.

“In that case, bring in the victim! Miss Lulamoon!”

A completely distraught-looking Trixie entered the room. Flash was supporting the girl to her chair and even there it looked like she could break down any second.

“Miss Lulamoon, please tell the people here what happened, if it’s not too much of a problem.”

“N–No, it’s alright. I have to do this,” Trixie said weakly. “It was at lunchtime. We sat at different ends of the same table. When I noticed that my fries weren’t as salty as I prefer them, I started to look for the small salt sachets. Why couldn’t I be content with my fries as they were? Nothing would have happened...” She took a deep breath. “Anyway, I saw them lying right before Sandalwood, so I innocently asked him if he would kindly pass them over to me–”

“And that’s exactly what I did. That’s all!”

“So you admit to the crime!” Flash, who suddenly appeared in the prosecutor’s chair, shouted. “You took the salt sachet and then, without any regards for her safety, you threw it at her!”

The whole audience gasped and wild murmuring soon followed.

“Order! Order in the court!” Judge Pinkie banged her telescope-gavel on the table several times. “I’m truly sorry, Miss Lulamoon, that they had to find it out this way.”

“I–It’s fine,” Trixie sniffed. “They would have found out sooner or later anyway. Yes, yes it’s true. I, Trixie Lulamoon, have been… as-salted!”