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// Drabble: The Wrong Answer 
// Story: Assorted Short Stories 
// by Titanium Dragon 
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"What are you doing?" asked Luna.

"I am modifying a spell that's supposed to tell me who Spike’s mother is. Right now, it gives me the wrong answer,” Twilight replied.

"Who did the spell first tell you was his mother?"

"Well, me," Twilight said, laughing quietly, "but I'm not a dragon."

Luna turned towards the small basket Twilight kept at the foot of her bed where a small snoring dragon lay, shivering slightly in the cool night air. "He looks cold."

"He needs to be tucked in." Twilight pulled the blanket over Spike with her magic, and she was enlightened.