Rarity Talks to her Cat

The following day after sleeping off an ice-cream headache, Rarity was up at the crack of the evening and fast at work on her newest masterpiece from her room when there came a knock at the door. “Come in!” She invited. Sweetie Belle opened the door and entered the room. “Oh hello Sweetie Belle, I’m a tad pre-occupied at the moment. What is it you need?”

“Well, I was wondering if you had any glue I could borrow. I have this school project and I ran out of glue and I’m only half finished!”

“Sorry dear, but the adhesive I have is meant for clothing. It most simply would not be appropriate to use on such a thing as your crafts. But I’ll take you down to get some more in town, alright?”

“Yes, I suppose.” Sweetie began to pet Opal who was sitting on the bed. Opalescence, however, is almost always in a less than tempered mood when in the presence of little Sweetie Belle, and as usual swiped at her with one of its claws. Now, most of the time Opal would only take off the bottom part of Sweetie Belle’s naturally curly mane. This time she missed. Rarity only noticed this when a splotch of red splashed on to her latest design.

“Sweetie, what are you doing?” Rarity turned around and saw that Sweetie Belle had her hooves clutching at her throat which was flowing crimson and pooling on the carpet. “Please, take your tomfoolery outside! Mother, father, Sweetie is bleeding all over my room!”

There was a crash in the kitchen and soon Rarity’s two parents had burst in the room and were terrified to find that Sweetie had her throat cut. Without hesitation, they hoisted her up onto the father’s back and together ran to the nearest hospital.

“I swear Opal, I allow Sweetie to enter and she does this! I’m sure she didn’t mean to start mucking about, but for goodness sake she didn’t seem to stop and think about bleeding everywhere at all! I may very well have to start from scratch.”

“Meow.” Said Opalescence.

“Very well, I believe you are correct. I suppose I may as well pick her up some glue while I’m out. After all, she is my little sister and I’d hate to see her fail her schoolwork.” And with this Rarity left the house only to be stopped just outside the door by a well groomed stallion whose mane was slicked back.

“Exuse me madame, but are you not the exquisite lady whom was ever so kind as to provide those unfortunate of us with clothes just the other day?”

“Ah, that I am. But you don’t appear to be one of those who live in that pit behind the house.”

“Please, allow me to elaborate upon that. You will remember me for calling you a ‘grumblebug,’ I believe. I apologize for my most disgusting behavior that day, I was not well you see. However, your act of charity inspired me beyond my psychosis to seek professional help, and now I am medicated so as to help prevent my condition. I still get day terrors, but I am at the very least comprehensible now, if you are curious. And after this I got a job at a glue factory that is quite a ways away. As thanks for giving me this chance at life, I have opted to remove that pesky problem from behind your home.”

“How do you mean?”

“Let’s just say you won’t have that as a problem anymore. Also, while I am here may I offer you a bottle of Pegasus Paste as a tangible demonstration of my genuine gratitude?” And the pony gave Rarity a bottle of glue. Rarity took it and smiled upon the stallion.

“Oh thank you. While I may not have much use for it, my sister was” Rarity stopped mid sentence before her eyes opened much too wide. “Oh good heavens! My sister is in the hospital! I’m sorry, but I must go, Sweetie needs me!” And she was off in a flash with such great speed! Leaving the stallion at the opened doorway of her house.

The stallion leaned inside and turned the lock on the door before closing it from the outside. He was a gentlecolt after all. Now, you may be thinking, what ever did he do with those disturbing and most frightful individuals from that hobo pit. But what you should be asking is what is a key ingredient in rubber cement, or as it is more popularly known as glue.

The End.