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The rainbow smeared monkey got to his feet and started talking all official-like. Ingrid snorted. He clearly thought he was clever, much more intelligent than any clumsy, nervous horse could be.
When he addressed them, Ingrid made a few loud clucking noises, just for dramatic effect. At 16 hands, she wasn't exactly a little chicken, but she could play the part. The monkey proceeded to rattle off a weird riddle, and had the nerve to expect them to answer it. She rolled her eyes, "You've got a little somethin' there on your chest, pal," she quipped. Something about this situation felt oddly familiar though, and she got the feeling that it was in her best interest to give it a try. Family? Nudity maybe? I mean, in New Rheven we had burial cloths... Actually, no. I think I've got it. She grinned at the monkey, "First, I'd like to point out that those things you're eating look an awful lot like multicolored deer droppings. Second, here's your answer..."
