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// Epilogue 
// Story: Namby Pamby's Revenge 
// by Booker Longlegs 
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	Featherweight and Namby looked at the newest edition of the Foal Free Press. 
Foal Free sabotaged! Resident proofreader Major Edit the culprit.
“So, looks like everything turned out okay in the end,” Featherweight said.
“Yes, it is quite the marvel,” Namby said, “Who would’ve believed it, from Edit of all ponies?” She sighed, and Featherweight shifted.
“Look, Namby, I’m really sorry for everything that happened,” Featherweight said.
“As am I, Featherweight. As am I,” Featherweight winced, and Namby asked, “What? Was it something I said?”
“No, no,” Featherweight said, “You have every right to blame me-“
“Blame you?” Namby interjected, “I don’t blame you. Now, Edit, definitely, but not you.”
“But I-“ Featherweight began.
“What you did,” Namby said, “was give me a warning, and a promise to do everything you could, a promise that you kept. You believed in me, and convinced the others to do the same. You found the true culprit and cleared my name. Why would I blame you?”
Featherweight grinned sheepishly. “Maybe because I blame me?”
Namby laughed. “That would do it.” She got a thoughtful look. “Still, if you feel that bad about it, maybe I should have some form of compensation.”
“Compensation?” Featherweight asked nervously.
“Yes, a bit of revenge if you will. Perhaps you should take me out to dinner?”
Featherweight looked shocked for a moment, then a grin broke out across his face. “I think that would be the best way to set my mind at ease.”
Namby returned the smile. “Then let’s go.” They set down the newspaper and, holding hooves, left the schoolbuilding.