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Long ago, when Anansi was but a cub, he grew curious and chose to test his abilities. Under the cover of night, he snuck into Ponyville and began weaving a giant web over the town. For hours, he played around with ponies memories, switching them around and collecting the more interesting ones. Every memory a tiny bell that connected to an endless sea of bells by little strings. Ring one and the string would reverberate to another. One thought leading to another.
His main test subjects were the former elements of harmony. He’d read their journal and was curious to see how they’d fare if he messed with their memories. Would they change? Just how much had their experiences effected who they were now?
He had to know.
< ( what the hay are you doin’ in mah house you no good schemin’ varmint?! )
( why, making breakfast my dear? afraid I don’t understand what you mean. ) >
< ( if you’re not off mah property by the time ah count to ten, things are gonna get real—! )
( what’s going on? why are you yelling, mo—? ) >
< ( and who the hay is that?! )
( our… daughter? ) >
< ( whu