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// Epilogue 
// Story: Spike Gets A Narrator 
// by BlndDog 
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Epilogue

Poof!

“Ah, there you are! You won’t believe how hard it was to get in here. So? How did it go? Oh, right! Silly me…”

The serpentine creature extends its long body, reaching out with a hand that belongs to a lion. It was the gentler of his two mismatched hands.

“There!” He says with a toothy grin on his long bearded face. “Don’t worry, in an hour or so you’ll be talking normally again, just like the rest of us normal talking folks. I promise. And I’ll take you back to Vanhoover. You’re from Vanhoover, right? Or was it Hoofington? Ah heck, as long as you’re not here. Look at these walls! Yellow foam? No doorknob? Nonono, this is no place for a classy pony like you!”

He pats my mane with one hand and strokes his chin with the other, pretending to think.

“Pretending?” He says, his jaw literally dropping to the floor. “I’ll have you know that I think more than all the ponies in this town combined! Oh, why am I arguing with you? Ha, but it was fun.”

He lifts me up with his lion arm and squeezes me tight like a purse at his side.

“Snap!”