“Hey, Gearhead, you’re only a year older than me, right?” Another day of study, and Gearhead was once again in pleasant company.
“That is correct,”
“So why d’you speak so formally?” Dawn tilted her head, eyes wide.
“It is how I speak normally,”
“But it’s not normal: we’re foals!” Even when she was trying to berate him, Gearhead thought that the filly might not be good for his heart, she was too cute.
“I think what my sister is wondering is why you’re trying to act like a grown-up,” Dusk said.
Gearhead thought about it. “The sooner I grow up, the sooner I can do something, anything, to help my family. That is my truth.”
“But the whole point of being a foal is to have fun!”
“I do have fun,” Gearhead blurted.
“Do you really?”
Too close! But Gearhead could not look away from Dawn’s face. He reflected on the last few years. “With my big sister, but I think the most fun I’ve had is...” Did I just use a contraction?
“Yes?”
“With you, my friends.”
“Right? I told you so!”
Gearhead could not help answering Dawn’s smile with one of his own. It is fun when you have friends’ help, and can help them, he thought. He hoped Dawn and Dusk were still with him when he found his answer.