Sweetie Belle Finds a Gun

She could hear the wails and cries of the citizens of Ponyville and enjoyed the moment, savoring the experience safe in the knowledge that she had compelled the days of summer fun to persist in its latter moments. This brief moment of clarity and solemn appreciation did not last, as it did not take long for Sweetie to remember that she still had work to do.
It was still noon, and the sun still hung directly over wards, bearing down upon this humble town, and it did not take long for the manageable heat to fatigue the juvenile unicorn. She wiped her brow with a hoof and looked up briefly before returning her gaze to the ground, shaking away the spots which damaged her vision. Like her sister, she too had been generous to others and yet she did not ask for help, she did not need it.

She looked at the black, oddly shaped piece of metal that levitated before her. She could admire such a tool, and all the possibility that was brought along with it, for in just a few hours she had done so much with so little effort. It still felt weighted, though lighter than when she first hefted it, there was hopefully one last shot left. One last shot, that was all she needed. One last shot, a single blast from this would take away all the discomfort of the warm glow of the radiant orb in the sky. And so with that she pointed the gun at her own head, squarely above the cranium. She closed her eyes, and pulled the trigger.

All that could be perceived was an utter blackness by which light could not enter. And despite the fears that should come with viewing into a void such as this, Sweetie Belle was not frightened but rather dissapointed. When she pulled the trigger there was no reply, all that was heard was a distinctive “click” and not even a single minute droplet would have staved off the discomfort from the summer day. Needless to say, that sucked.

But before she could run over to the well or other source of water, a speeding white pony came racing up to Sweetie.

“Sweetie Belle, come home this instant! And put that down, you don’t know where that has been!” Rarity, Sweetie’s older sister, retained her usual elegance even in the act of chastising.

“Aww, can’t I stay out just a little longer?” Sweetie begged.

“No you may not! Have you not heard? They say that there is a storm brewing and nobody is able to spot it. And I, for one, will not stand by and allow my sister to have her mane absolutely devastated by a force of nature! Now come along. And for goodness sake, put that toy down.”

“Oh fine.” Said Sweetie, who dropped the weapon upon the Equestrian soil. And with that the two unicorns returned home, retreating from a boring day outside to a boring afternoon indoors. And though the threat of a storm loomed, at least as far as most of the ponies were concerned, not another crack of lightning was heard. As for the pistol, it returned to the ether from whence it came, and the status quo soon returned to Equestria.