Sweetie Belle Finds a Gun

By now a rumor was circulating among Ponyville that there was a thunderstorm coming, which made little sense and often confused the denizens of the oddly eventful little town as there were no storm clouds upon the horizon and those who had knowledge of the weather monitoring activities up in Cloudsdale knew of no such thing. However, considering that the town has been attacked by swarms of nefarious creatures including parasprites, dragons, and even threatened with eternal darkness it was met with less interest and the ponies quickly adapting. Meanwhile Sweetie Belle was searching fervently about the town for any sign of one of her more dreaded foes, the oh so “high and mighty” Diamond Tiara.

It was not long before Sweetie Belle happened upon the notorious bully, who was of course in the middle of harassing some poor youngster who was managing a lemonade stand. Sweetie Belle took careful aim, ensuring that her shot would ruin that precious mane of Diamond Tiara’s, but as she was bracing herself she could not help but listen.

“I don’t care if you were here first, we’re here now so move out of the way!” she could hear Diamond Tiara saying.

“But I have the proper documentation to be operating out of these premises.” Said the colt in reply.

“Well I suppose you’ll need to check your records, because this is now a hostile takeover. Now move over!” She said, shoving the ramshackle stand causing the colt to fall backwards and scattering what little profit the colt had gained from this prospective business venture.

It was now or never, it was finally time to put a stop to Diamond Tiara’s tyranny. Finally shall the torment of the various schoolchildren be ended and perhaps the school year shall be enjoyable as it typically was not. She had finally managed to carefully aim the sights, whatever they may have been on the foreign weapon that she had. Then finally, she pulled the trigger.

The bullet crossed from the ambush spot to where Diamond Tiara’s face should have been, although it was strangely enough absent. Diamond Tiara’s face, as well as the extremities that includes the face such as the ears, eyes, and general cranium were placed more close to the ground, picking up the coins that had fallen. Had the bullet been a smart round it would have attempted to stop and look around for where the hay it’s target should have been and then gone home and drank itself into a stupor after realizing that it is a failure at it’s job. Luckily depression would be averted as the bullet was remarkably stupid and lacked any sort of sentience and so it travelled carelessly forward.

Sweetie Belle aborted her mission and declared it the one failure on her record that she would never forgive herself for. And at that point in time while she was fleeing she made a solemn pact that she would one day attempt to complete her objective. But for now, she would away to her next victim.