I'm sure my face won't float. What is it? A sense of abandonment and abandonment overflows the floor. I stare at Master Calcirust, who ignores and barebacks Mr. Mairia, who pulls his ear, saying that I should only be stubborn and straight forward in my path. I kind of have a sensational to Dear Calci Rust. You haven't been wasting your horse's age for nothing. "Mr. Maricana, I'll slap you on the shoulder," said Mayria. Porky. There he is, he's slapping me in the head. Cover your head with your hands. "Mr. Maricana, I'll keep your bumps on. Mr. Maelia's fingers appear forward, and he slowly goes straight to the target with my right eye. Wow. I bow my head down and scratch. Danger.