Sweetie Belle Finds a Gun

Though the day was for the majority of intents and purposes perfect, with a gorgeous hue of azure not blighted by a single spot of cloud, there was a gorgeous shining sphere that hung in the sky which served as a testament to the magnificence of the majesty which brought such a beautiful gift, there was a significant issue that kept the day from appealing itself to even the most critical of ponies. It was nearing the autumn season, where the leaves on many of the trees began to brown in some places, the days seemed a tad longer, and it was getting about time for all the children to return to school. During this time between seasons, there was not much to do as everypony was busy, the adults with their work as per the usual and the children were preparing to go back to their studies. Such thoughts plagued the mind of little Sweetie Belle, as she simply lay on the ground gazing up at the cloudless sky, as though expecting to observe some form of anomaly like some stray cloud or alien menace, but unfortunately neither of which would appear to break the boredom of the young filly.

It seems as though she were the only one in Ponyville who would be committing an act of sloth, as her sister Rarity was busy with her work for the recent trending seasonal fashions and did not desire nor would greatly tolerate any attempt at help, her friend Applebloom was occupied helping her own sister on the farm as is the usual year round, and her other friend Scootaloo was attending to a serious emergency involving Rainbow Dash who was injured during a flight exercise. She could prepare herself better for the upcoming school year, though that act was more or less out of the question as she had all the physical necessities and studying more would be exhausting and boring, a terrifying combination. Tis a shame yet it seems this scene plays itself out every year, fitting in with the predictability of life in the autumn months, and what Sweetie Belle wouldn't give for something, anything to happen and make the day interesting.

Perhaps there was a higher power who was studying Sweetie Belle as a casual observer or maybe some actor on the part of the chaotic forces in nature decided to conspire a plan for laughs or with malicious intent, whatever the case may be it seems Sweetie’s desire for an exciting day would be met. From behind a nearby bush, there was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground smashing grass and embedding itself in the dirt, as though some pony had stomped behind her but only once. This, naturally, startled the filly and shocked her to all fours though it did pique her curiosity, and after a moment she began to approach. What she saw resembled a water pistol of sorts, though it was slick black and polished to a near mirror shine, with a distinctive grip of a diamond studded pattern. She used her magic to lift the object and examined it, and was surprised by heft of the item as it weighed a lot more than any sort of squirt gun that she ever felt, though she dismissed this thought and assumed it was simply full.

Sweetie brushed off the dirt and decided to point the black toy at some nearby bushes and pull the trigger, simply to see if it would work. What followed was an instantaneous retort, a brief sound of metal clanging against metal before it was drowned out by a loud “Bang!” A piece of brass tube fell from some section of her weapon and from the bushes arose a mist of scarlet droplets. She dropped the object in that moment and hopped back, frightened.

“EeK!” she exclaimed “Jeez that’s loud!” she said afterwards, before gaining an imaginative look upon her face and then following her previous remark with “That was kinda cool.” And then she picked the gun back up. “This must be some kinda new water gun, only it shoots red and is super loud. Well I suppose since summer isn’t totally over a few ponies wouldn't mind to have a water gun fight.”

So she embarked upon her quest, keeping to the shadows though to preserve the element of surprise. She did not once turn her head to investigate the bushes, where the lower remnants of a field mouse remained, though hardly recognizable as any sort of creature as what was left was a leg and a tail.