The old griffon stretched, and looked down at the group of young foals listening intently at his feet. “It’s gotten a bit late, and I fear this story’s gotten a bit longer than I expected. I should probably stop here. You should all get home to your parents.”
“Awww,” came the chorus of young voices.
“But what happened to Desert Willow and her partner?” asked a brown and white spotted earth pony foal with a braided red ponytail.
“And Wild Card and his gang?” pled a wide eyed white foal with a toy bandoleer over his shoulder.
“And what about Miss Sweet Cream?” prompted a young tan unicorn. More young voices joined in.
The griffon raised a claw slowly and quieted them down. “Those,” he smiled at the young ones. “Are stories for another time.”
And with that… he closed the "Tome" he’d been reading from.