Title:           Sleep Tight, Skelly
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 13th of August 2016 05:54:04 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 13th of August 2016 05:54:04 PM CDT

>The bony skeleton horse, known to his peers as Skelly, sits upon a grassy knoll, overlooking the vast infinite world of his town.
>Ponytown, as the place is referred to as, isn't as much a town as it is a territory, stretching far beyond the horizon.
>It's citizens seemingly pop into existence at random, but that is another story.
>Skelly,the formerly-thought-to-be-mute horse, sits alone.
>He watches some ponies draw swastikas and horsecocks in the dirt.
>They chatter amongst themselves, seeming to be having a nice time.
>This Skelly character may seem to be a recluse, but this is far from the truth.
>Skelly is merely waiting.
>He sits by the spawn point of our little town, standing silently with the M.W.'s.
>Waiting patiently.
>Waiting for her.
 
>She enjoys a clever ruse and is a fan of good-natured trickery.
>Skelly has grown wise to her and her habits for tomfoolery, as he also is one to play tricks on horses.
>A skeleton his age must be wise indeed.
>He could see through any decoy she attempted.
>None of that today though.
>She seemingly poofed in as they all do.
>Skelly's face didn't show it, but in his bones, a jittery feeling overtook him.
>Not as in physical shaking per say, but like static to the fingers.
>Anticipation?
>Excitement?
>It did not matter to the pale horse.
>What mattered now was circling him ecstatically, defying her name.
>Sleepyhead had caught sight of Skelly.
 
>"Sorry for being late, some things kept me held up."
>Sleepy always seemed to start a conversation with an apology.
>Skelly simply shook his head in understanding and started to trot alongside his Sleepy, heading to a silent corner of our humble Ponytown to speak alone.
>Once at their destination, the daily chatter began.
>Skelly would spell out words in the dirt while Sleepy would guess and decipher said words, then respond.
>Skelly was not very vocal pony in the literal sense.
>He spoke on occasion, when his Sleepy asked, but much preferred to speak through movement and writing.
>And so, the two ponies spent their day talking amongst themselves, resting, verbally shitposting, graphically shitposting, sleeping, snoozing, the works.
>The day was nearing a quiet close, the bright sun had almost completed it's decent through the cloudless sky and below the horizon.
>Skelly once again found himself sitting on a grassy knoll, but this time was different.
>He had his Sleepyhead resting in his lap, as well as some other friends chatting and drawing around him.
>Skelly let out a yawn himself and smiled.
>He laid his head upon Sleepy's comfy body, but quickly found himself in a cuddle-chokehold/snuggle-suplex, the work of the sleepy horse he now was cuddling, no doubt.
>As the warmth of the two pony bodies soothed Skelly's bones with relaxing bliss, he found himself too, quickly falling asleep.
>He snuggled up closer to his horse, who happily obliged with a slumbering smile and an unconscious sigh of content.
>Skelly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, unburdened by thoughts of the future or by any other potential to cause anxiety.
>Sleep tight, Skelly.