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Kicked out of the house. Again. Her moms were always trying to get rid of her. Lemure just wanted to spend yet another day inside, but it seemed that Ender and Taquita had other plans.

She packed her book into a saddlebag, and took off into the harsh heat. Maybe she could find a nice shady spot to sit, and the day wouldn't be completely ruined.

Up ahead on the path, Lemure spied a green filly balancing several small objects. It looked like she was looking for something. Lemure watched for a bit, and it seemed like the other foal was pretty upset about something. Was she some sort of circus juggler who couldn't find a crowd to preform for? Or maybe she was on a scavenger hunt, and was clueless about the next clue?

Her curiosity piqued, she approached her, "Is there something I can help you find?"

Lemure suddenly felt very insecure about her ghost-legs. It was a constant problem for her when dealing with other Phonies. She concentrated on keeping her hooves firmly on the ground and not in the ground. It was a lot harder than it seemed when she got flustered.

"I think there was one behind me," she said while turning and pointing in the direction she came from. "What are you carrying all that stuff around for? Isn't it a little hot to be doing yard work?"

Ah. Lemure figured out what was happening now; she was picking up the garbage laying in the park. Didn't they have staff that got paid to do that kind of stuff? Why would she be doing it?

She trailed along behind the filly, "So you're just walking around the park and picking trash up?" She scowled at the thought of doing any sort of work on what should be a lazy day. "By the way, you can call me Lemure. My full name is Lemure of Love Lost, but that's really a mouthful."

Hum.... well, it certainly did seem like the right thing to do. "Nice to meet you too, Barley. Maybe I can help." Lemure looked around the park; Barley was right, it was really dirty. Junk was everywhere, but she just had been too busy, day dreaming as usual, to notice it.

She poked a hoof at what looked like a deflated balloon. Ew. It was kind of sticky. Maybe she'd pick some cleaner things up, and come back to that one.

Lemure made small talk to help the time go faster, "What type of work do you? I help out at my moms' bookstore from time to time when they need a break."

Fictional drinks! Now they were talking.

"In one of the series I read, they go to a magical tavern where the beer is made by a Norse god who has nothing better to do with his free time. It tastes sweet like honey, but more than a mug of it will make a human pass out for a day. The main character, a tough, smart, and beautiful witch named Helena LeFae, usually challenges some smart-talking man to a drinking match. If he wins, she'll sleep with him, but she always wins. She kind of cheats though, and uses spells to boost her fortitude."

Lemure thought about it. "So I guess the moral of the story is that really good beer comes down from the gods. Also, that you shouldn't challenge a witch to a drinking contest."

This chatter was making the time pass quickly, and it seemed like they had a good chunk of the park done already! Progress!

The beer making process was a lot more complicated in real life than it was in books for sure. Magic makes things go faster, maybe a unicorn could make beer ferment at a better pace. It was another one of those times where Lemure wished she had magical powers like the girls in her books did. "I'd be willing to lend you any novel you like! I have a lot of them; I go though books pretty fast."

She watched as Barley threw the trash into the barrel. She made it look easy. It didn't seem like something Lemure would be good at though, so she stuck to just walking the trash to the basket and dropping it in nicely. "That's just in The Wizard of Oz that witches melt in water. Real witches don't have weaknesses like that, but they tend to lose in physical fights. They're pretty powerful, and can do some scary stuff, but they're not be best of the preternatural realm. I guess it depends on which books you're reading though. Each author comes up with their own hierarchy."

While it was true that most people could die in water, In actually history, people drowned women they thought were witches, because supposedly a witch was in league with the devil and wouldn't be able to drown. Although, she was pretty sure that wasn't true either, but she really didn't want to test it and find out. It was too morbid of a subject to bring up on such a cheery day, so she didn't press the topic. With her ghostly heritage, persecution was a sore subject for Lemure. Since she was (partly) a supernatural creature, she didn't like the idea of witch hunts, or werewolf hunts, or anything else like that.

She shook herself out of it; Lemure really read too many books, and was too gloomy for her own good. Looking around the park, she could see how spectacular it was! Not a piece of trash around! "Barley, this is amazing! The park is so much nicer than in was before!"

It seemed that doing a good deed and making a new friend was a far better way to have spent the day. Lemure wasn't upset for being forced outside anymore.