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Sweetie Belle glanced at her packed bags with pride. She couldn't wait to see the look on Rarity's face! Sweetie had packed every single thing she needed; toothbrushes, brushes, notebooks, manuals, pencils, you name it. And she zipped it all up, banishing it to the dark of the inside of her saddlebags in a matter of minutes.

However, the saddle bags weren't as organized as Sweetie Belle wanted.

It was a mess.

When Sweetie Belle realized this, she chuckled sheepishly and checked one of the bags. The bag had a few empty journals within it, pens and pencils were scattered throughout the saddlebag. Bookmarks were bent inside a small pocket in the container. After some poking and prodding, however, the materials lay peacefully inside the bag. Sweetie Belle copied her actions with the other bag, it only a slightly bit messier than the one before.

Sweetie finished, then showed a checklist taped to her bedroom wall her big green eyes. She squeaked in a soft, high pitched voice. "Twilight was right, checklist sure are useful!" Only one item was left unchecked. Go to Zecora's! Of course, she had to say goodbye to her at-work big sister, Rarity.

Sweetie Belle skipped down the stairs to the work room - Rarity called it the work room even though it was originally supposed to be called the living room. Eventually Sweetie Belle caught on, and the business area was elected as hang-out place.

"I'm gonna go now, Rarity! I'll see you later!" she exclaimed as she continued out the door. She managed to hear a faint, "okay, goodbye, dear. Have a nice day," coming from the inside of the boutique. Sweetie called the voice Rarity, as she was the only one left in the building.

Bye the time Sweetie Belle made it to the edge of the Everfree Forest, where Zecora lived, she noticed that no adult was with her. As she pondered on it, then Sweetie Belle came to a conclusion that Rarity wouldn't have let her go off alone if she couldn't survive on her own, up until she came across Zecora. Thus she continued her way into the nasty-looking woods.

. . .Then Sweetie Belle paused again and dug into her saddlebags. She perked up when she saw her hoof holding a thick manual titled "How to enter the Everfree Forest Without Scaring Your Life." Sweetie glanced at the table of contents, then turned to page 297, which was around the middle of the book itself. Sweetie Belle read the words out loud carefully and slowly.

"To avoid being attacked and/or eaten by a timberwolf, carefully trot to your destination. Walking creates an uncomfortable silence for timberwolves, which makes them automatically suggest something is there. A slow trot makes a sound similar to that of other timberwolves. A pack of timberwolves will most likely ignore a timberwolf on their own, which means you would be safe. Please turn to page 376 to learn how to prevent being ambushed by crackodiles."

Well, that sounded easy enough! A slow trot, just enough energy to make a soft clop. She could definitely do that!

Sweetie Belle began her careful trot into the forest. She almost tripped a few times, due to the massive amount of decaying plants and animals on the floor of the Everfree. There was barely any space to walk. But then again, she wasn't a resident of the forest, so she couldn't complain.

Sweetie also had to avoid touching the poison joke littering the area she walked in. Even just the tiniest stroke across one would give her a terrible day - just like how a jellyfish catches its fresh snack.

Speaking of which, she recalled Rarity wailing about the "death of glamor," which Sweetie Belle didn't really care about at all. Using that as an example of what could happen, Sweetie stared at a small patch of poison joke growing in front of her. But then again, her fate could be anything, so she continued on to Zecora's place.

Zecora's hut. Sweetie Belle remembered Applebloom telling her how to get there in case stuff happens. She also added that she's a pretty awesome tooth doctor, but Sweetie Belle didn't have any cavities. Well, yet. Or not. Maybe so. Did Zecora have proper plumbing? Or a sink, for that matter?

. . .Probably not.

She did live in the Everfree Forest, after all.

Sweetie Belle tripped over a dead log. The impact came with a soft "oomf!" and a little bruise on the right side of her stomach. She lay there for a bit glaring at the log, then rolled her eyes. Moaning, Sweetie crawled back up onto her hooves and rubbed to newly formed bruise. Looking up, she saw a rather large, mucky tree with vines hanging from its branches. It was probably a few yards away, which Sweetie Belle could handle.

She quietly walked over to the dirty hut. It was a bad decision. A growl was heard behind her. That's just unreasonable! Quiet for a split second? It has to be lunch! Sweetie Belle groaned as she knocked on the dark-brown door. She heard a small, "I shall be there, but I must be fair and finish this flare," a tiny moment later.

Sweetie Belle turned to a timberwolf. "Ugh! Why do timberwolves" - Sweetie face-hoofed - "have to eat ponies!?" She glanced at the log she recently tripped over. Rushing over to it, she picked it up with her horn manualy and threw it over to the timberwolf. When the log hit the dirt of the forest floor, the timberwolf stared at it in shock. Then it started hugging it. And kissing it.

It was Sweetie's turn to stare in shock. Well, I guess it made a tiny bit of sense that timberwolves mated with dead logs. Only a tiny bit.

Blegh!

The timberwolf fled with his newly wedded wife. Zecora opened the door Sweetie Belle knocked on a few minutes ago. She spoke in her traditional zebra rhyme, "whatever is the matter? I heard quite some clatter." Zecora motioned Sweetie to come inside.

Following inside, she shortly told Zecora she was attacked by a timberwolf. "Really? Were the effects dreary?"

"Well, before the ambush I got a bruise from a dead log, and after the ambush the dead log saved my life by marrying the timberwolf.

". . .Oh."