Every Sunday morning, Derpy Hooves goes out into Ponyville on her only morning off and juggles a set of red balls for an audience. Is Derpy just being Derpy, or is there something deeper to what she's doing?

This story is a result of me challenging myself to write a story in under an hour. I have been debating on whether or not I should put the story here on fimfic, but I decided to go ahead and give it a try. With this fic, you will understand why it is dangerous for someone to write while they are very tired.