The Pillow Incident

Pop paced by the door, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her friends. She knew that they weren't late yet, but she'd always been a bit anxious. Her mom, Rarity, stepped in next to her, pouring her a cup of tea, a special brew that had been a gift from princess Celestia, Pop's adoptive great-aunt.

"Here you go, darling. That should calm you down a bit. One lump or two?" she inquired, holding up the jar of pink sugarcubes Pinkie had made. Pop looked up at her mom with a smile.

"Is three ok, mommy?" she asked, trying her best to look cute. Rarity smiled despite herself as she opened the jar.

"Oh, alright, but you really do need to cut down on your sugar intake, dear. Diabetes runs in my side of the family, you know." she warned her little filly. Her own uncle had died of diabetes, and she hated the thought of her little girl being crippled with such a burden. Her twitches were bad enough without having to live with hoof pokes every morning. Pop looked up at her mom, pouting.

"Awww, no fair! Mama gets to have as much sugar as she wants! How come she won't get sick?" she whined. IT just wasn't fair! Her mom could pack away a whole three-layer cake in one bite, and mommy didn't so much as roll an eye!

"Well, that's because she's a changeling. She can't really get diabetes." Rarity replied. Pop huffed as she sipped her tea.

"Hmph. Why couldn't I have gotten that from her?" she grumbled. Rarity opened her mouth to reply, but stopped herself as she suddenly realized that little Pop very well might have gotten that from Pinkie. Pop sipped her tea gently, oblivious to the wildly spinning gears in her mom's brain only inches away. She walked away with her tea, leaving her mom frozen in place as if not a single second had passed, and went outside to her father.

"Daddy! Mom's stuck again!!"