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// Prologue 
// Story: The Rhyme of the Ancient Marener 
// by Brolkier 
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	Pipsqueak ran downstairs as fast as he could. Of all the members of his family, besides his parents, his most favorite of them all had come to visit. His grandmother, Salty Pint. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he about tripped over his own hooves from going so fast. He quickly regained his balance, and continued running into the hooves of his grandmother.

“Granny, it’s so great to see you again!” Pipsqueak said to his grandmother.

“Why hello there my little Pipsqueak. It really has been a long time, hasn’t it?” Salty Pint replied to her grandson.
“Oh oh! Granny, since you’re here, you’ve got to tell me your story of when you crossed Equestria’s ocean again!” Pipsqueak spoke with glee.

“Oh, you always do enjoy that tale. Well, why not.” Salty Pint said with a smile.

The two made their way into the den, where there was already a fire going in the fireplace. Pipsqueak sat on the carpet on the floor, while Salty Pint took a chair by the fire.

“So there I was, standing on the shores of Equestria and…” Salty Pint started to tell her story, before being interrupted by Pipsqueak.

“Aww, come one granny. Tell it like you always told it back in Trottingham. Please?” Pipsqueak asked his grandmother.

“Oh, alright little one.” Salty Pint told her grandson.

Salty Pint closed her eyes, and thought back to when her story took place, back when she was a younger mare. Recalling herself back then, she opened her mouth, and began to tell Pipsqueak of her adventure.