Milk's gone cold and I've been wonderin' why I got out of bed at all. The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all. And even if I could it'll all be grey, but your bunneh fur's so soft. It reminds me that it's not so bad; it's not so ba-a-ad.
I wasn't sure how to put a two-panel comic in a 16:10 scale... so I did this.
Run for your life.
But I don't understand why there are ghost figures of Fluttershy and Angle?