There should be fireworks, at least, when a dream dies.
~Kirby Larson

Ty-Day used to be my favorite day of the year. I planned the Canterlot fireworks performance, timed to go off when the Wonderbolt's race ended. Every year, my Dashie would win that race, and I got to see her smiling face as she came back with a medal, proud to be alive.

But where did she go... was it something I said? Will she ever come back?

I have to find her. But how...? All I have is some dumb paper.

Credit to Yalcahoon on DA for this wonderful picture!
Looked over by Commissar Derpy Hooves (With positive feedback!), but this story does not have a formal proofreader (If anyone wants to take a stab! )