The CMC Listen to Diamond Tiara

A few things you should know before reading.

One: The CMC stands for Cutie Mark Crusaders, a local group started by a trio of young ponies of differing races and walks of life who have united in the search for cutie marks.

Two: You can’t trust a duck. But you can, in fact, hypnotize one.

Three: So far the CMC have attempted dangerous activities in the quest to finally be ordained mature in the eyes of their peers such as ziplining, bowling, and creating a giant head of lettuce that wreaked havoc upon Ponyville during a parade. So far their attempts have not yielded any successful results.

Four: Never listen to Diamond Tiara. She’s not totally wrong, but just don’t do it.

It’s one of those plain days where little happens, which seems to be a lot more common since that one nerd moved out of town after becoming an alicorn. What’s worse is that it is also one of those days where it’s almost too cold to play outside, but not cold enough that it’s snowing so that left the children at the Ponyville schoolhouse in quite the predicament. This is especially true given that the teacher, Miss Cheerilee, thought it would be a marvelous plan to have the children be forced to frolic outside so that she could have privacy to delve into Berry Punch’s secret stash. Of course, the fillies and colts did so, but the activity that they all seemed to be engaged in was a heated and intellectual discussion on a topic that was bound to stir the imagination and boggle the mind.

“No way, a train wouldn’t derail if you put a bit on a track!”

Truly it was a debate that shall be remembered for eternity.

“I’m totally serious, my uncle is a conductor and he said that ponies in every town have to make sure the track is totally clear or else something as small as a bit could cause the train to be a little detached and just fly off and crash!”

Scootaloo’s feathers were beginning to get ruffled, as this argument seemed to be going on since they stepped out of the class. Of course, given that the young colt was pretending that his toy train went off the toy track after a toy bit was laid on it, what was she supposed to do? Get toy mad? Clearly she did the sensible thing.

“It’s impossible, a train is too heavy! It’d just crush the bit right into the track or something!”

“Everypony knows it’s true! Just the other day my uncle told me an old lady was crossing some tracks and she dropped her coinpurse, and she she went to pick up the last coin that was on the track a train just went by and totally came off the track and missed her! Well, most of her. Okay, just her right hoof. But still, you see?”

“You’re nuts. Even if the coin did anything, it would just be a little bump. It wouldn’t fly!”

“You can’t fly!”

This statement was true, which is very embarrassing for a pegasus pony. And while Scootaloo would simply shrug it off under normal circumstances, this remark truly struck a nerve. Scootaloo reared up and prepared to go into full combat-mode. Luckily, nopony had to die this day because she was dragged off by her two friends who saw what was about to happen.

Applebloom was the first of her friends to speak up. “Alright Scootaloo, back off. The last thing we need is to be put in detention again.”

Scootaloo got back on her hooves and shook her head, turning to face her friends. “Yeah, you’re right. Still, I can’t believe anypony could think that! I mean, it doesn’t make any sense!”

“Alright, but we got bigger fish to fry. What’s next on the CMC agenda? We need to think up some new ideas for cutie marks! It seems like all the good ones were taken.”

Each of them were scratching their individual chins in concentration, attempting to conceive of any possible solution to their problem. This went on for several minutes before Sweetie Belle finally squeaked up.

“Hey! I know! Alright, now just bear with me.” The other two were leaning in close in anticipation. “Now you know how Rainbow Dash’s cutie mark is a rainbow?” They began to nod slowly. “And Twilight Sparkle’s cutie mark is sparkles, right?” They were nodding furiously now. “So that must mean-”

“That must mean that you three are still nowhere near finding out your special talents.” All eyes were immediately fixed upon she who spoke these dire words. However, the eyes returned back to their appropriate sockets after realizing it was the one and only, until the basement is discovered, Diamond Tiara accompanied by Silver Spoon.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Scootaloo said, her ire rising yet again.

“It’s only that you three have been trying all these new things and so far nothing seems to have worked. Maybe if you took a little friendly advice you might be as successful as I.”

“Don’t believe her, girls! It’s all just a lie.”

“Oh please, lying? That’s such a commoner thing to do. Besides, have I ever lied to any of you before?”

While Diamond Tiara may seem mean spirited, often harassing the many other children, one could not immediately deny this claim. The trio looked at one another, but it seems that not one of them could dispute this, so they then turned their attention to her, with Scootaloo speaking for them as their representative. “Alright, so what would be your idea?”

“I’m glad you’ve come to see things my way. Well now, you’re not going to get anywhere doing things that clearly everypony’s already done before. So you have to do something drastic, something original, something that’ll definitely give you a cutie mark!”

The CMC were beginning to lean in, nodding in agreement.

“So, here’s an idea. Why not try and stop a speeding train with your face?”

Hopes were shattered, dreams were torn asunder, and bowels were obstructed. The CMC gave a collective scoff at this and prepared to walk away.

“Wait, think for a second. Nopony else has a cutie mark for that, right? And really, it only takes one of you to stop it and the other two will be just fine.”

Applebloom looked at both Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, and it was inherent in their faces that it was very true that Diamond Tiara was not lying. “Alright girls, let’s do this!” And the other two let out a collective “Yay!” and they began to charge off. Unfortunately they passed by Featherweight who stopped them in their tracks with the almost magical words of “We’re still in school, remember?” And they slowly trudged back with their heads hanging.