"Hey, Owlowiscious!" Twilight trots over to meet the owl as it glides down the hill. The owl lands on her outstretched foreleg and gives her head a friendly nuzzle.

"Owlowiscious, this is Sharp Tack," says Twilight. "He's a friend of mine from out of town. Sharp Tack, this is Owlowiscious, my evening assistant."

"Who," says the owl.