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Rainbow Stalks

Soarin was being haunted. He couldn't prove it, mind you. But he knew it to be true. A whoosh here, a glimmer of prismatic tail there, a creepy "Sooooooariiiin everywhere. Someone or something was following him. And so, with this in mind, he prepared a trap.

He flew to the local craft store Hobby Horse and purchased paper mache and some paint. Then he made a fake Soarin.

Then, he planted the replica in front of his door, and dove behind a cloud topiary.

Then, he waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...


... for a very long time. But he never spotted Rainbow Dash because... she was right behind him the entire time!

DUN! DUN! DUN!


An indeterminate amount of time later...

"And that, your honor, is why I am seeking a restraining order against my soon-to-be-ex wingmate."

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