• “Princess? Princess Twilight?”

• A low groan emanated from under the pile of newspapers, but Twilight didn’t budge.

• A hoof reached out, hesitated, then poked her again.

Curious stallion: Princess Twilight…that you?

• There was a shift, then an irritated rustle.

Twilight clone: Go away.

• The inquisitive stallion crouched down further and attempted to meet the young mare’s gaze.

Curious stallion: Princess, what on earth are you doing sleeping on the ground? Are you alright?

• With an aggravated shout, Twilight sat straight up, ripping the newspapers away. She shot the stallion a hot glare, her teeth grinding furiously.