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// The Mane Thing, part two 
// Story: The Pi (and other very random stories) 
// by Sir Squidfish 
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The question was simple: Where does the mane go? Twilight realised she had always parted it more or less evenly on both sides of her horn, but how could she be sure it was exact? Was one side of her head getting more of her mane than the other? It made her shudder to think of it. Why, oh why had she never thought of this before? It was an obvious point, a fact which was literally in her face. She groaned. She had done calculations-- great calculations. She had solved many of the problems of the world; she had won awards, she had accomplished things thought by many to be scientifically impossible. All because of her attention, her unerring attention to detail. And yet, here, now, in this room, on her face, what was it she had missed?

The details.

The details of a matter which which she had been confronted, literally her entire life! The main thing...

The mane thing.

The mane which was at that moment weighing more heavily on one side of her face, stopping blood to one side of the brain and quite possibly damaging the cerebral cortex. What had she had for lunch yesterday? She could not remember.

Herlo!

Gaa! It's HIM! IT! Quick, where's that publ--