(written by Erin and Heather)
Twilight, Wind Whistler, and Ember were sitting on top of the grassy field watching Paradise and Lofty chase each other, giggling.
"Sometimes I wish I could fly," Ember said. "Like the birds, and like you, Wind Whistler."
"But it is quite impossible for you to absquatulate, Ember," Wind Whistler said. "You don't have certain detachments or expertise."
"Huh?" Ember asked.
"She said you can't fly because you don't have wings or skill," Twilight translated.
"Oh," Ember said. Then she turned to Wind Whistler. "Why didn't you didn't say so?"
"I did," Wind Whistler said.
"You talk like a thesaurus," Twilight said.
"Is that like a dinosaur?" Ember asked.
"No, Ember," Twilight giggled. "It's a dictionary."
"Oh," Ember replied. Then she stood up and ran off. "I'm going to go play with the other baby ponies! Bye!"
"Bye, Ember!" Twilight said.
"Farewell!" Wind Whistler called. Twilight sighed.
"You've got to stop talking like a dictionary, Wind Whistler!" she shouted. "No one can understand you!"
"I cannot help it if this is the manner in which I converse. All I'm attempting to do is confabulate with you!"
"What?"
"Talk to you!"
"Why didn't you say so?!"
"I did say so!"
"Whatever you say, Wind Whistler. Whatever you say."
With that, Twilight winked out and Wind Whistler flew off.