Twilight Sparkle has failed. Her experiments in inflation have destroyed the populace of Ponyville, and in her anguish, herself. The ghost town is marred by the sight of thousands of rubber shreds, each color reminiscent of the pony it once was. Celestia has taken upon herself the burden of restoring the town as she blames herself for Twilight's mishap. She'll piece together the townsponies, one shred at a time, if only to see their smiles and hear their joyous laughter once more.

It's tedious work, but work that Celestia feels is her only duty to her little ponies now. If only she knew the consequences of fixing such a tragic mistake...

Inspired by a round of comments on The Great Inflate between me and Kaidan.