Sweetie Belle had left the festivities behind, for the shouts and screams were far more than she could bear and so she had decided that her plan may be better suited in a more concise encounter. As such, she headed into the forest to a quaint cottage along the outskirts of town to visit a pegasus who was a dear friend of her sister, Fluttershy. Once she arrived she inspected the windows and could see no sign that Fluttershy was inside her residence, although she did hear the faint sounds of Fluttershy’s low voice in the distance and thus eagerly pursued. What she happened upon was a familiar scene of Fluttershy attending to an animal, a sickly looking bird of distinctive red plumage.

“Oh my” said the worried pegasus. “It seems you may have sprained an ankle Mister Drake. Well don’t worry, we’ll have you fixed up in no time!” And so she relaxed the injured avian upon branch little higher than a meter off the ground and Fluttershy began to rummage on the ground for scraps that may be used to affix a splint. She raised her head back up with a couple of toothpick sized twigs and some long blades of grass and set them near the unfortunate creature. “Alrighty, now after this is on you should try and stay off that leg for a while, okay?” And with an astoundingly accomplished sense of acknowledgement, the bird nodded and Fluttershy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, steeling herself for the work ahead.

As the opportunity presented itself, Sweetie took careful aim at Fluttershy’s head to give her a cold shower, a simple prank but one which is a classic. And so the little joker fired the pistol. There was an explosion of red viscera and pink organ near the branch, though remarkably the wooden appendage seemed unscathed by either the blood or the round blasted, although the sound did startle the creature who survived, causing it to jump and fall upon the soil.

“What happened?” Fluttershy said, face smeared with gore and a cheek speckled with the intestine of the now obliterated robin. However, she took no notice of her appearance as she arose and looked around frantically for where the noise came from but to no avail. “I wonder what that sound was. Well anyways, I’m sorry Mister Drake.” Her sentence would have continued but when her gaze returned she could find no sign of the wounded bird.

“Mister Drake?” She called out. She searched for him up in the the higher branches of the trees and along the more obscured areas of the ground near roots and bushes but could find no sign of him. “I suppose he must have been scared off. I do hope he remembers to rest.” And with this final remark she continued upon her day as usual.

Author's Note

At least no crowbars, explosions, or resurrections were involved.