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The glob felt wonderfully oily, rather greasy as a couple more drops fell, square on his muzzle. Then something else was falling down from the clouds, rather slowly, a red feather.
After the third or fourth drop, Sandy finally thought to not stand where the stuff was falling. It was too late to save his muzzle, which was now almost completely coated in the orange, oily goop. That was when he spotted the red feather floating amid the sprinkling shower. "Now what in Equestria is all this-oh, right." He flapped his own wings and took off for the clouds. "Heh, keep forgettin' I can do that."