It was just another lazy summer day near the lake for the foal. Amitola laid contently at the water's edge, watching the sun's rays cause the surface to glisten and gleam. Every once in a while, the colt's tail would interrupt the seemingly flat surface of the liquid, causing ripples to form, then disappear into the distance. It felt great to be rid of the stupid girl that always asked him questions. Couldn't she figure it out for herself? That's how he did everything. 'The foal who knows everything' is what the girl called him. He grinned from the thought. Yet, somehow, the foal who knew everything was unsure of something. What causes the ripples to go like that, he found himself thinking. "Your tail, you idiot," he'd quickly snapped back. If anybody had heard his sensless speaking, surely they'd think the foal was insane. Or perhaps had an imaginary friend.
