        She began dragging books over from the well-stocked shelves, quickly abandoning the desk in favor of the floor as the pile grew.  Each of them brought back memories of the first time she’d read them, but none of them helped her now.  She flattened her ears and pulled another dozen books from the shelf, when she suddenly saw the angry visage of Luna, her eyes blazing.  Twilight's horn flickered, darkened, and the books fell to the floor with a soft thump.  She lay her head down on her forelegs, closed her eyes, and promptly fell asleep.