"You know what stars are?"
"Of, course! What a stupid question is that?"
"So? What are stars?"
-_-"They are the lights in the sky you see at night, bimbo!"
"Hey! Bimbo means ape or monkey in a germane dialect! And that's not what I meant."
"Oh than try to enlighten me."
"What do think happens to your soul when you die? Exactly, it goes up ther and becomes a star. Though because of the distance you don't quite see all of them. One light could be made of hundreds of billions of souls. Though these are not only the souls of ponies, zebras, griffins, minotaures et cetera. No, also every animal, plant or mushroom has a soul."
"...Mushrooms."
"Mushrooms"
"But mushrooms are plants, too."
"No! No they are not. Mushrooms are the missing link between plants and animals!"
"This is stupid."
"Stupid? THIS. IS. FUNGUS!" He pushed her into a nearby puddle. She blinked, lying on her back. Then she squinted her eyes and growled. He gulped.
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"Why are you still following me?!"
"Well, I could say that it's because of your magnificent character or your good looks or some kind of gratitude. But it's probably Coltholm-Syndrome."
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Meeting with the Ceffyl Dŵr
His slender but visibly toned body shimmered as the the full moon's light shone onto his moist coat. The muscles played under his hide as he twisted his long, thick and strong neck to gaze with beautiful turquoise eyes at his spectators. All stood tense though one of them for a wholly other reason than the others. The wide eyes that only stole glances at him and the noticeable blush in his face might have been giveaways of his thoughts.