Nightshade silently and gently hovered above the sand, gazing off into the endless ocean. He sighed, looking around the quiet beach. As he continued to look around, a yell of "Frisbeeeees!" broke the silence. He turned around, to see a frisbee flying at him. With a quick, cat-like reflex, he strafed out of the way. The frisbee went flying into the ocean. He walked toward the frisbee, which was soaked. "Stupid Ponies have to learn to mess with me." He then continued on to bite the edge if the frisbee and whip it into randomly across the beach. "Maybe that'll hit someone," Nightshade said, laughing at the thought. After having a good laugh, he turned around fell softly onto the sandy shore, where he dazed off and fell asleep.