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// Intermission 
// Story: The Rhyme of the Ancient Marener 
// by Brolkier 
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Pipsqueak continued to listen to his grandmother’s story, until her heard her say something he hadn’t heard before.

“Um, granny. I don’t remember you mentioning anything about fog the last time you told the story?” Pipsqueak asked his grandmother.

Salty Pint snapped out of her story, remembering that she didn’t need to rhyme anymore.

“Oh, I didn’t mention the fog last time?” Salty Pint answered her grandson.

“No, you talked about how you and your crewmates woke up the next morning, and followed your map to the shores beyond the sea.” Pipsqueak told his grandmother.

Salty Pint thought for a minute, until she realized that Pipsqueak was right. She remembered telling him before that she and her crew did wake up the next morning, and safely reached their destination. However, something in her head told her that wasn’t the true story. She thought about it a little more, until she gazed at her grandson again, and realized why she had fibbed before.

“Oh, I remember now. You’re right, I did tell you that our journey ended happily ever after before, but that was because you were a much younger colt at the time. I didn’t think you were old enough to hear what really happened before, so I told a little fib to make the story nicer. However, I can see that you’re much older now, if only by a few more years, so I’ll tell you the tale of what really happened that day, and of the perils we faced sailing the rest of Equestria’s ocean.”

Salty Pint sat back in her chair, getting her mind set back on the scene in question, and continued to tell her story.