Owlowiscious’ eyes struggled to adjust to the bright spotlight focussed on him. He squinted hard to see the shapes that moved around in the darkness.
“I was told you’re the kinda guy who stays up in the night. Heck, maybe even in the early morning.”
He looked in the direction of the voice, trying to see who had spoken.
“So maybe you’re the kinda guy who sees things. Suspicious things. Maybe you’re the kind of guy who’d tell us these things.”
By now, Owlowiscious’ eyes had adjusted and he could see the entire room in perfect owlish clarity. The figure speaking to him was Applejack’s little yellow sibling. Two paler fillies were poking their head out of the far window with binoculars in their hooves. The remaining filly, the orange one, stared him down from the corner of the wooden shack.
“So maybe you’d be about this morning, around the crack of dawn?” asked the