(Patchpelt is kneeling on the grass out of his grocery store and leaving a platter of fox-dung cookies on the ground. He plants a sign that says "Don't touch, these are for cheese ponies.")

Patchpelt: I hear them...speaking to me. They wish to tell me of something.

Patchpelt: What? Bananas aren't red! Oh wait, now I see what you're saying.

(Thrushpelt walks up to him.)

Thrushpelt: Sir, Sandgorse and I patrolled the field. No signs of cheese ponies.

Patchpelt: But there's one here, I can hear it speaking to me. You know the two forms a cheese pony can appear as, right?

Thrushpelt: Of course, Patchpelt. Invisible and visible.

Patchpelt: And how long does it take for a cheese pony's hoofprints to disappear?

Thrushpelt(nervously): Um...three minutes?

Patchpelt(disappointedly): No! Two! (Frowning) Have you read the whole textbook? (Drops a red book into Thrushpelt's paws. It says in sparkling gold letters THE ULTIMATE GUIDE TO CHEESE PONIES. Underneath it says in smaller letters by Patchpelt.)

Thrushpelt(backing away in fear): No...but it's over 5000 pages, sir!

Patchpelt(angrily): Members of this club should be fully committed to learning everything there is to know about cheese ponies, educating others about them, and honoring them! I have spent days, weeks, months even studying them! I have written 52 books about them and I only ask you idiots to read one of them! I expected more of you, Thrushpelt, and I must say I'm rather disappointed. Now, since the hoofprints could have easily faded before you and Sandgorse arrived, I want you two to split up and search the field again.

Thrushpelt: Yes, sir! (Dashes off to find Sandgorse)

Patchpelt: I apologize on behalf of my students for their occasional lack of effort. Please tell me more about the problem. (Listens intently for a minute.) Too much sugary food in StarClan...yes, that's true...I sell too much junk food? But....should add more healthy options to the grocery store....yes, it sounds like a good idea...thank you, Mr. Cheese Pony!

(20 minutes later)

Thrushpelt: Sir, I'm sorry but there's still no signs of....

Patchpelt: That's okay. They came and spoke to me anyways! Try my new grocery store item they told me to add!

Thrushpelt(cautiously): What is it?

Patchpelt: A salad! (Holds out a bowl that looks like it's full of lettuce)

(Thrushpelt eats all of it)

Thrushpelt: It's good! I've never tasted such fresh lettuce nor have I ever had any that tasted slightly minty like that!

Patchpelt: Huh? That's not lettuce. It's catmint!