the voice says arewell

Below me, on the plain, a number of brightly colored ponies were gathered, and when I picked up the emerald, one of them shouted up at me. You must be the man without the milk. We have heard about you, in our tales. Why are you a pink pony with a pale blue star on the side I asked. I know, said the pony with a sigh. Its what everybodys wearing these days. Pale blue stars are so last year. Professor Steg leaned over the side of the balloons basket. Hurry up he called. If the volcano is going to go off, it will do it any moment. The volcano made a noise like a huge burp,

Gwen welcomed back

and the middle of it collapsed into itself. We thought it would do that, said a green pony with a sparkly mane. There was a prophecy, I suppose, I said. No. Were just very clever. All the ponies nodded. They were very clever ponies. I am so glad there were ponies, said my sister. I got back into the balloon basket. Professor Steg unhooked the first emerald from his Time Machine and replaced it with the one that I had just taken from the weathered face of Splod in the Future. Do not, whatever else you might do, said the professor, touch those two stones together. Why not Because, according to my calculations, if the same object from two different times touches itself, one of two things will happen. Either the Universe will cease to exist. Or three remarkable dwarfs will dance through the streets with flowerpots on their heads. That sounds astonishingly specific, I said. I know. But it is science. And it is much more probable that the Universe will end. I thought it would be, I said. You look so sad, Professor Steg told me. I am Its the milk. My ren are breakfastless