“Why are you helping? What’d I miss!?”  
Spike should’ve run away by now. He should’ve called for his pony mommy and popped off with his tail between his legs like last time!  
Instead, the boy kept pushing on wordlessly. He tossed the rock aside and looked down at the bruise, then his trapped foot, then the rockslide, deciding which would be safest to move next.  
“Hey, answer me!” Garble snapped.  
Finally, Spike pushed the last rock away, rubbing the sweat off, before finally giving a chipper smile. “That’s how us ’namby pamby’ little ponies do it.”
 
Fixed eyes