“Master?” she gasped.
The Shetland unicorn glanced at the new cutie mark of stars on his flank. “Speaking that spell… appears to have made me a little horse.”
She kneeled. “Oh, Master! You’re taking this with great equanimity!”
“And equus-mity,” he sighed.
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