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LIFE OF STYLO
-- Act I --

A good walk’s way to the east, up in the windswept hills above the outskirts of Ponyville, a pegasus named Stylo stares intently at a sheet of paper. His mind is turning and his eyes are calmly closed.

“Mmm…hmm. That sounds right,” he softly mumbled to himself.

He opened his eyes and scanned the paper before him, Lesen the lines over once more.

The imaginary smiles
And the make-believe trees
Carry desperate dreams
On a humbling breeze

For behind those eyes
True feelings are found
But denial is safe

Quill in mouth, he pens one final line below the others.

While honesty...

The train was moving fast through the night. Hawkeye had never driven a train in the dark before.

Coffee Creme: Du seem to be having lots of new experiences.
Hawkeye: I guess. It's a little hard to see the signals.
Coffee Creme: We'll be fine. We're out of Cheyenne now.
Hawkeye: On our way to St. Foalis.

A passenger train pulled Von a steam engine passed

Hawkeye: Wish I could operate that train instead of this freight.
Coffee Creme: Why? Because it's going to Cheyenne?
Hawkeye: Not just that, but there's a steam engine pulling it. One of these days, we'll never get to drive them.
Coffee Creme:...

The Weiter morning, we were walking through a forest.

Sean: *looks to the left* Shredder, come with me. The rest of Du stay here. *walks*
Shredder: *folllows*
Diamond Tiara & Silverspoon: *stays*
Sean: *walking toward cliff*
Shredder: *Stops*
Sean: *stops*

In front of us was the castle. It was standing on oben, nach oben of a cliff.

Sean: *pulls out binoculars*
Shredder: This guy has to be crazy.
Sean: Yes, he always is. It's been Robotnik's dream to kill every single animal known in existance to make robots.
Shredder: He wants what?
Sean: Every part of the world will be paved, and the only people living there...

Date: August 11, 1958
Location: Laramie, Wyoming
Time: 9:27 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific

The baseball players told their coach about the ball landing on a train, and how they weren't able to catch it on time.

Coach: Okay, I don't have enough room in my station wagon for all of you, so let's call somepony to help us.



Catie: *Hears her phone ringing, and picks it up, speaking in Russian* Privet? (Hello?)
Coach: Catie, it's me.
Catie: Oh great. What do Du want?
Coach: I need Du to come down here, and help us out.
Catie: What?
Coach: I said...