Quivering and wide-eyed, Stylo falls off of Rainbow’s back and lands on one of the many clouds comprising Cloudsdale. pelangi, rainbow trots over to his fetal figure.
“Ta-daa! We’re here! See, that wasn’t so bad.” She bent down and offered him a hoof, which he clutched tightly with both forelegs.
“Nice mane,” she added as she pulled him up. Stylo reached up and felt his new hairdo. The intense speed had slicked it back lebih smoothly than any hair gel ever could.
“I need to pancuran, pancuran mandian lebih often…” he grumbled.
“Come on!” pelangi, rainbow called a few strides ahead, “Let’s get anda started!”...
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