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// Journalists - Incredible Blunderbolt 
// Story: TwiDash Prompt Collab 
// by TwiDashCollabs 
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It was dark under Fluttershy's deck, that was for sure. And dusty. And webby. And kinda creepy...

Nah, it wasn't scary.

Not really.

Anyway, I inched my way closer to the voices above, making sure to keep my notepad from touching the damp dirt. When I finally reached the perfect spot to listen, a laid down low and placed the journal before me for quick note-taking. Snickering, I pulled out my pencil and perked up my ears.

"I don't know, 'Shy..." Rainbow Dash's awesome voice was completely unmistakable, even through the wood of the porch. "I don't really think I'm ready for that..."

I smiled a really big smile. I'd followed Rainbow Dash all the way from school in hopes that she'd do something extremely awesome that I could totally write for the Foal Free Press but, so far, she'd given me absolutely nothing to work with! No rainbooms. No life-saving. No super-awesome tricks or totally crazy crashes! Looks like I've finally got something worth reporting!

"...nothing... afraid of... -ash," came an incredibly quiet answer. I had to strain myself just to make out the words.

Stifling a giggle, I began to jot down what I could make out.

Actually, Rainbow Dash was afraid of something? That was ridiculous—nopony was going to believe me.

I'd just have to keep listening, I decided, and find something else to report!

"But you know her! If she doesn't see something coming from a mile away, she totally flips!"

Who the hay were they talking about, anyway?

"...still tell... truth. Twi... to know! It's better...find out herself."

"Ugh," I groaned, rolling my eyes. Maybe there wasn't anything to report here—just stupid, boring grown-up talk. Seriously, how could they not be falling asleep right now?

"I know, but... I just don't know..."

"Just remember... here... no matter what."

That's it! I'm outta here! I picked up my journal and turned around to the hole in the fence. This has officially gotten more boring than math class! 

I popped out from under the porch and entered the daytime world. I breathed in a really deep breath and looked at the sky. In a tree to my right, I heard a soft chirping noise.

Baby birds! I hoof-pumped excitedly. That'd be perfect for an article!

I looked up at the nest, high in the tree, then at my less-than-awesome wings.

Now, how do I get up there?