“Uuuuggghhh”
“Hey pinkie, remind me again why i didn’t put my house actually in ponyville? I mean, almost everyone’s house is at least a ten minute run from my house even though I get into town in ten seconds flat when i fly.” Rainbow dash stated while answering her own question with the speed of flight.
“ You just said why silly! And i need some help making the trip from sweet apple acres up to sugarcube corner with a huge order of super duper redtasticly red delicous apples for a new recipe!” Pinkie responded.
“Man, my head hurts”
They were walking in between carrot top’s stand at the market and the sofas and quills store when they heard a small voice coming from their right.
“Help...”
“ You hear that dashie? It sounds like somepony got something other than chocolate cake in their face!” Pinkie yelled when suddenly her tail twitched and mane spiked up while she randomly began running toward the voice.
When everything suddenly went silent and Rainbow caught up to pinkie pie, she understood why the usually impossible to shut up pony was so deathly silent.
It was a filly.
Now, this wouldn’t have normally been too big of a deal, had it been a filly they had ever seen before. And if that filly wasn’t covered in cuts and bruises.
