Sweetie Belle Finds a Gun

Sweetie Belle continued to wage her guerilla war upon the various citizens of Ponyville, sowing the seeds of joy and perpetuating the summer festivities with her trusted weapon of choice. By the time she was done this quaint town would be soaked to the point of no drying, and not even the greatest of space faring towels would be able to save them. And in the midst of their joviality and festivities from an impromptu above ground pool party they would look up and shout “join us” and she knew that she would look down and whisper “No.” But that would have to wait, as she came upon her next target.

The infamous mailmare of Ponyville, Derpy Hooves, was attending to her route which was going just as planned. This, of course, made the day extraordinary as usually the mail of the various citizens ended up in particularly uncomfortable places which inadvertently made ladders the most popular tool in town. All the mail that she was tasked with would be delivered directly into their designated mailboxes and any packages would arrive on time. All she had now was just one last letter and she would be done.

It was with serious consideration that Sweetie Belle had decided to go ahead with firing at Derpy in the midst of her work. If she fired now, she would have happily made the mailmare’s day much more enjoyable by negating the warmness with a cool spray from her now trusted squirt shooter. And without more hesitation, Sweetie Belle took aim and prepared herself.

Derpy opened the mailbox and was about to slide in the letter, but as the edge of the envelope neared the breach of its destination, a loud noise range out that caused the courier to drop the letter. She was sent flying, briefly, before she returned to the ground.

Derpy searched around but could find nothing to show what could have caused the disturbance. It was such a fine day so a random thunderclap was clearly not the culprit. Regardless, she refused to pay any more mind to it and decided to return to her job, as she wouldn’t let any mean scary lightning keep her from having a perfect day. But when she looked on the ground and was immediately dismayed. What was left of the letter was a bunch of pieces of parchment and a postage stamp of Celestia with the hind section completely blown off. This was particularly bad because while the packages and letters she delivered may end up in an errant bush or a suddenly appearing chimney, they at least arrived intact.

Poor Derpy Hooves stuffed the remaining pieces of the letter into the mailbox and then went onwards with her head held low. It was clear that once the client noticed the destroyed remnants of their mail and complained she would receive a stern lecture from the boss and possibly a demerit, if she was lucky. And she had no source of reason to excuse her from the punishment, as she could not find what had frightened her and more than likely caused her to decimate the letter and render it unrecognizable.