Writing stories was the only thing Pipsqueak enjoyed the most. It was odd for a colt his age, but he had a natural talent for weaving tales. He loved entertaining ponies young and old with his fantastic stories.

Now trying to pick up a pencil has turned into such a chore for him. Trying to think of ideas gave him headaches. His hoof shook and trembled when he did find the time to write words. Pipsqueak's wonderful imagination was fleeting.

All seems lost for our unfortunate writer; but sometimes, during moments of uncertainty, inspiration can come from the most unexpected of places. You just have to find it first.