Trying Again And Mystery
Some days later, the three young friends, Cheese Sandwich, Sideburn and Snowdon had once again met up with each other. After several days of doing some things that were supposed to be interesting, but didn't turn out all that well, they planned on doing something different now.
"Okay," said Cheese Sandwich, "Well, what's all planned for today?" "I'm not sure," Snowdon answered. "Maybe we need to think of something else to do," Sideburn said. "Right," Snowdon agreed.
"Well, I take it that it shouldn't involve this," Cheese Sandwich said, holding up a specific kind of cheese. This one gave off a strong smell." "Yes," said Snowdon. She then gave it a good sniff. "Oh man!" she groaned in surprise, "Yes, you should say that!"
Cheese Sandwich then put the stinky cheese away where no pony can smell it. "That's better," Snowdon said, trying to breath. "Sorry about that," said Cheese Sandwich. "I missed it," Sideburn said, "Anyway, we need a plan, I meant action!" "Well, there is one place," Cheese Sandwich said.
The three ponies immediately had gone to a cave somewhere in the local mountains. "Okay," said Snowdon, "Why are we here?" "We should go exploring," Cheese Sanwich explained. "I see," said Snowdon.
"Well," Sideburn said, "Now that we're here, let's go exploring." So that's what they did. They walked into the strange cave and took a look around. "And it's dark," said Snowdon. "Too bad no unicorns are here," Sideburn said.
"Maybe this is a mistake," Cheese Sandwich said, finally concluding his decision, "I should have thought twice about this. We can't go into the cave without a source of light."
"Let turn around," Snowdon said, and it was lucky that she said that. The three young ponies heard a terrifying roar.
"Now let's get out of here!" Sideburn shouted in fear. "I agree!" Cheese Sandwich cried. "I'm first!" Snowdon said as she flew away.
Cheese Sandwich and Sideburn both followed after her, trying to get away from the cave as fast as they could.
And it was lucky that they did.
They ran away from the creature that made that loud scary, roar; a small rat. It had squeaked in an old rotten log, which altered it's sound.