You'd like the opportunity to grab some filly flank, but you stammer to the little unicorn and claim nature's calling.
Probably not in the way she assumes, anyway. you trot out to the well lit main road, and sit on the bench outside the tavern.
You wonder about the friends Sweetie Belle mentioned as you spread your legs to clop.
Suddenly, you hear Sweetie's bell-like voice cry out. You look toward the alley and see the white unicorn...
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