Black Thunder Herds

"I haven't any problem, you are just paranoid! You believe I sabotaged you! This isn't true, all that occurred was an incident. You are highly misinterpreting all of the former events, and I expect you shall misinterpret the subsequent ones as well," Kipper's aplomb was fairly shocking, considering that he had only recently been screaming in terror and rolling his eyes. . . . Clearly, this little pony was either mentally insane or downright disingenuous.

"Well then stop running!" Whinnie exclaimed. "And help me clean my hair."

Kipper did as Whinnie commanded and spat in her hair, as he did not know how else to clean it.

Whinnie sighed. "Well, it's a start," she offered. "Now start licking it!" she commanded, turning her neck over to start on her shoulder.

There was a lot of mud caked onto Whinnie, and some parts were seemingly "glued" to her fur. One clump of mud Kipper attempted to tear off with his teeth, however he stopped quickly for fear of helping Whinnie grow bald instead of clean.
As he mechanically spat onto Whinnie, the sky grew darker, though not from the absence of the sun, instead it was an amassing cloud that thundered evilly and glittered with lightning.
"Well, why don't you just wait for the storm to arrive? It will wash the mud off."

Whinnie scowled, shaking one hoof. "I guess so." She grumbled. She sighed. "It may be the only way to get the dirt out. But oh, do I hate storms!"

"It's a very mild storm," Kipper claimed as the clouds grew closer. Wind began to blow and their manes and tails whipped madly. "Maybe not. Perhaps we should hide somewhere."

As rain began to hammer down, Whinnie sighed. "I suppose you're right... Shall we find a tree, or some sort of cave?"

"Probably a cave, unless you would like to be electrocuted by standing beneath a tree," Kipper placidly walked towards the distant mountains, which were at least five miles away.

"I guess," Whinnie said. "Aw, but those are so far away!" She complained, before following Kipper.

Suddenly there was a bright flash, and a grumble of thunder. When it subsided Kipper had collapsed to the ground, twitching.

"Are you okay?!" Whinnie shrieked over the thunder. "Did you get hit?"

Kipper lay still for a few moments and then staggered upright. "I'm perfectly sane you demented fermented applesauce!" said he. "And never again shall I enter the tomb of the Royal Peasant!" He was rather deranged after the mysterious attack which wasn't lightning but a seizure.

"Kipper, are you sure you're okay? I think that something happened to you!" She fretted.

"I HEAR YOU!" He ran at Whinnie and started kicking her. "NOW BE QUIET!"

Whinnie felt pain where Kipper's hooves had made contact with her. "Let's get out of here." She said halfheartedly.