“Saucy Sack looked at the moist hanky in her hoof and felt elated? elected? efected?* … She walked over to the window and reflected on the depressing surroundings. She had always hated the land of Buttainia with its deadly surroundings. It was a place of true dispare. Then she saw him, Martin Septimus, the brave stallion knight of the king. He was decent and alright in this land of awful ponies.

Saucy gulped as she looked upon her reflection. She was a grape juice drinker with a flowing blonde mane and big freckled butt. How could a knight like Septimus like her? Maybe she could bring up her skill of telling dank old time medieval reggae ryhmes? But nothing prepared Saucy for the hard big thing. The Amulet of Plots was in Saucy’s possession and any knight…”