The evasive

In the cover of the night a cloaked figure with shimmering cat eyes a horrid squash color trotted about, tense and wary. He came upon a large thick and coarse tree with soft emerald green leaves swaying gently at the top and started scaling it's trunk. Once at the highest branch the pony leaped at a cloud, a magical red aura encasing him ensuring a safe landing and a cloud walking spell. He seemed silent and graceful as a tan owl in the night his light brown cloak flowing and waving around his coal black hooves.

Once he reached the puffy light cloud he pulled out a shining dagger illuminated by the moon. Next he pulled out a large sack soon to be full of bits and food for a meal. Just as he were about to enter a movement caught his eye. He cursed and jumped from the cloud and onto the tree top only to gasp in awe.

What he saw was a pearl white pony with a luscious pink mane and a delicious bag of gems and bits. She was humming to herself sweetly while twirling and tossing the bag around with her magic. It was as if she were just begging him to steal her precious stones and money, though we know that isn't the case. He grinned and crouched low to the damp earth. Smiling like a maniac he descended upon her, the unicorn mare otherwise known as Fleur, was completely oblivious to the thief. He pounced but in those few split seconds a sound was heard. It was a warning cry making Fleur rear and gallop of in fear.

The thief pony turned, murder in his eyes to see a glaring gray pegasus with a flowing brown mane and sparkling yellow eyes streaked with orange at the cloud house he was going to rob. He growled and spat in rage and the pony ran a little faster than normal into her house. Angry with his latest failed mission he slipped off into the night air, furious.