Lack of Communication 2

>It's been a few weeks since you killed that horse.
>It's corpse has started to rot, making a very offensive smell.
>How offensive? Well, for starters, you can smell it despite not having a nose.
>It's not bad enough to over come your lazy, though.
>That is, until you hear a few voices.
>"I haven't seen Applejack in a while now... I'm starting to get worried..."
>"I know! She just sorta vanished! Her family said she went off this way to find a way to count to Apple!
>You were moving the corpse when you herd that line.
>Looking at the corpse, you relise that this is their friend.
>/Shit, this might cause bad blood between us./
>You quickly go over to the corner where you threw its head and pick it up.
>Swiftly turning around, you bowl the head towards the body, managing to line the neck up with the corpse.
>After a short fist pump, you get on remembering the words for revival.
>It took a few seconds before you gave up and started to bullshit it.
"SWIGGIT SWOOTY, I BREATHE LIFE BACK INTO THAT BOOTY!"
>It looks like it worked when the body started to twitch and shake.
>"Hey, what was that? I heard something from over there!"
>/Shit, revive faster you stupid horse!/
>The head starts to reattach itself to the body, as the eyes start to flutter.
>A few moments later, it stands up and looks around.
>"Hey, I found a massive hole in the wall!"
>/Just in time! Hope they wont notice the smell.../
>"Oh god, Dash, what's that smell!"
>"Smell? I don't smell anything... Hell, it smells like my crotch!"
>You shudder at the thought of that.
>"It's kind of dark in here...:
"Ah, sorry. I wasn't expecting guests. Allow me to turn on the lights."
>You clap your hands twice and a few ghostly flames flicker to life.
>With an arm resting on your lap and your head on the palm of the other you speak. "You're the second visitors I've had in three years. To what may I ask you are visiting for?"

>You're trying to hide your excitement. Maybe you'll be able to make some friends this time!
>The blue one looks around the room while the purple one hesitantly speaks.
>"We're looking... for our friend."
>"Hey! I found her," shouts the blue one,"Though, she's acting kinda strange..."
>The undead horse is looking off into the distance, blinking rarely.
>The purple one walks over to it. "What do you mean strange?"
>"Well, she's just looking off to the distance... she didn't even turn her head to look at me..."
>/Shit, the spell isn't done working./
"I assume that's your friend over there? She's the first visitor. Came in asking if I knew how to count to Apple."
>The purple one looks at you. "Why is she like this, then?"
"She's often been standing there trying to understand what it means."
>"Wait, you can count to Apple?"
>You nod.
>She turns back to her undead friend and looks into her dilated eyes while the blue one pokes the zombies head.
"I'd refrain from poking her head as much as possible. She'll get a mi-"
>It's head falls off, causing the two of them to jump back in surprise.
>Funnily enough, the spell decided to finish there as the head proudly proclaims "3/6*π=Apple!"
>Everyone, inducing you, starts to stare at the head.
>You turn your head to the blue one.
"Look at what you did! You ruined the spell! Not only did she fail to count to apple, you ripped her head off!"
>Both of them turn and glare at you.
>Shrugging, you stand up "Eh, it was worth a shot," you say as you walk towards them, unsheathing your sword.
>With a single mighty slash, you cleave both of their heads off their bodies.
>"Hey! You jus' killed mah friends!"
>You ignore the zombie horse and go to sit down in your chair.
>Having expended the majority of your power reviving one horse, you opt to zip shut the zombie horses mouth and revive the others in the coming days.