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This was an idea I came up with myself.

What if Rarity made gloves?

"What the hay are these things?" Sweetie Belle spoke, while looking over Rarity's shoulder.

"I'm...not sure dear."

"But you made them!"

"I know, but I was absentmindedly sewing, I didn't plan these."

"What are they for?"

Rarity ogled them. She had no idea what these things could be for. She held them in all different manners, but couldn't think of anything. She considered showing them to her friends. Would they know either? Only a true fashionista such as herself could know clothes as well as her. Rarity picked up the clothing and said to Sweetie Belle "Since they are made out of wool, I suppose one would use them to keep warm."

"How? You can't even wear them."

"Sure you could...you could...ummm...put them on your head!" Rarity explained, as she placed the glove on her head.

"You look like a chicken."

"I don't know what they're for! Okay!?"

"Okay! Geez, I just wanted to know."

Rarity paid Sweetie Belle no mind. She was on her way to ask Twilight if she knew what these things were.

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"Twilight darling, I made these things and I just don't know what they are!"

Twilight was confused by this "But you made them, Rarity."

'I know, but you don't understand the mind of a fashionista."

Twilight craned her neck over to see these things. She had met Rarity at her door, but then Rarity held up these curious items. Twilight looked at them for a long while, but then tried looking in her books. She turned to skim the shelves of her library. She found nothing. All the knowledge within these walls and she found nothing. What were these things?

Twilight actually missed Rarity being robbed of her creation. Rarity called to her assailant, a green unicorn mare with a ski mask on. This mare had run off with Rarity's new...thing. The unicorn darted behind a house, and was gone. Twilight spoke "I suppose we'll never know what those were."

"No. I suppose not."

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Lyra didn't consider herself a thief, but when she saw them, she needed them. These gloves...they were perfect! The embodiment of hands. Even if she didn't have hands, she could pretend. While she was alone...with her...gloves...yes...

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This one honestly wasn't as funny, but more something random.