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// Chapter 12- The Locals 
// Story: Eight days under the Zebrican sun 
// by The Cheeser 
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Nopony knows truly how long Swift Glaze lay, asleep. However, he awoke to a group of Zebra looking over him.

Talking among themselves they concluded. They grabbed a stick and poked him in the shoulder. Mustering up all of his remaining strength and tried to lift his hoof, but to no avail. Instead, he barely managed a groan. However, the group of zebras took this well, and picked him up, setting him on a wagon with a cloth covering, which one of the zebras was towing behind themselves. After putting him in the wagon they continued on.

Before he could fully gain his bearings in the cart, another zebra pulled him up, so he could drink water without choking.

The mare that pulled him up said something he couldn't understand before giving him some strange liquid to drink. Swift glaze, being unable to resist, drank.

He drank for some time until he signaled by groaning that he had enough. Unfortunately, this groan caused the liquid to spew out of his mouth

The mare quickly stopped giving him the drink in the jug and promptly laid him back down before she attached herself to the cart and continued forward.

Swift Glaze was left looking up at the cloth in the wagon. How lucky he was to have been found by these… Zebra? He had never really seen a zebra before. He had heard people talking at lunch that they were a warring bunch, with everyzebra against one another. But here he was with a group of them, being helped by them. "I will surely correct everypony back home," he thought to himself, just before falling asleep.