Chapter 6 The Fight The Pony Pals rode their ponies [with the kind of solemnity usually reserved for soldiers en route to battle. The cat weighed heavily in all their minds. Acorn was afraid of it. Pam felt a burning hatred towards it. Anna secretly hoped that it could answer her questions about what had happened to her in that twenty minutes during which she had been dead. Pawnee wanted to learn new cocktail recipes from it. She had a serious problem.] “Where should we start looking for the cat?” [Pam asked, munching on the pheasant that she had just plucked from the sky mid-flight.] “Acorn was staring in the direction of Pony Pal Trail,” said Anna[, somehow still unaware of how fucking stupid “Pony Pal Trail” sounds.] “Let’s start there,” [Pawnee extravasated.] “It could be a clue.” The Pony Pals galloped across the field. They [turned] down [the three magic beans that a mysterious man standing in a field offered them in exchange for their immortal souls. It was probably a wise decision.] #DetectivePony