ask-compu has found the runt
Skipper was a youngling, and he himself would admit that he didn't really know all that much.
He was, however, quite sure that horses weren't supposed to talk.
Still, that was obviously what they were doing as he watched two passing ones--one, oddly enough, having wings, which he was fairly certain horses weren't supposed to have, either--chit-chat to each other as they trotted down the dirt path by the woods Skipper was hiding out in. Another thing Skipper had thought he knew--earth animals that weren't bugs or birds didn't tend to be bright blue or pink or green or red. It just didn't happen.
But it was.
The young Insecticon grumbled to himself and, hidden behind some shubbery, seated himself by a tree.
How did he keep winding up in these strange places, anyhow?
