Another Approach

About a year later, back in Ponyville, Rarity was losing her gosh-darn mind. Again.

“Amber! Come back here with my roll of silk thread!” She tried to magically grab the coffee-coated filly, but the little unicorn managed to hide under a table, a roll of fabric still in her mouth. Rarity groaned out loud, then she looked behind her when she heard a strident cry of joy. “Jasper! Get down from my ponyquin!” She rushed to grab a caramel-furred colt as he laughed from atop his mount, but his horn flashed and he teleported away just as his mother tried to catch him. A muffled laugh indicated he was still in the room, to Rarity’s great displeasure.

She shot her third child a suspicious glance, but the little filly was still sound asleep on the fainting couch. “At least you’re not as messy as your siblings, aren’t you Esmeralda?” She cooed, nuzzling the foal just above her stubby green horn. She looked back at the sound of a resounding crash and she groaned when she saw her table floating in mid air, all her supplies spilling on the ground. When she looked back Esmeralda was gone. Rarity screeched in anger and barked at her office door.

“HONEY! COME TAKE CARE OF YOUR FOAL, RIGHT NOW!”

“Coming darling!” A voice answered happily.

“Just a minute pumpkin!” A second pony shouted.

“Yeah yeah, hold your horses!” A third stallion drawled sleepily.

“I swear, I am surrounded by ruffians.” Rarity huffed. Her eye began to twitch as one of her dresses mysteriously caught fire, but she couldn’t help but smile when her three little foals scampered across the room, giggling and laughing as they wrecked her work room. She chuckled despite herself, her heart fluttering. “But they are my ruffians.”