One athletic shall treasure her sports gear,
One smartie treasures her many books,
One playful who will treasure everyone in her life.
The three born from the eighteenth queen
Destined to find uniqueness on land.
If they never see their fate
Above the watery surface,
They shall rule the dark sea,
Bringing ginormous evil to land, water and air
Every pony gasp in fear.
Bless the Princesses these hippocampi hopes
To find what makes them right
Before the world has to face
A huge new deadly evil
The three descendants...
Pepper held the basketball in her hooves firmly. It was just her, the ball and the basketball. Pepper, the ball, and the basket. Pepper, ball, basket. She tossed. For a moment the shot was unanimous. It was clear she'd make the shot. It was then that Pepper noticed her playful sister, Grass, climbing the basketball hoop. As Grass reached the top, the hoop swayed under Grass's weight. The ball missed the hoop completely, just skimming Grass's green mane as it soared past the hoop.
"Grass! You little..." Pepper said, swimming incredibely quickly towards Grass. Pepper suddenly remembered what their momma said, If there was ANY trouble when she was gone, that filly would loose her dessert ration for a week. The dessert ration was incredibely small, and Pepper did not want to loose her dessert.
Pepper switched her approach to the ball, which had flew way over into the neighbor's yard. Miss Eleanor Stitch was just watering her coral garden. "Why, hello, Princess Pepper! Whatever brings you to my yard?" The cheerful seamstress said, turning away from the coral.
"Ah, good day, Miss Eleanor! I happened to miss the basketball hoop and the basketball rolled over here somewhere. Do you suppose you could help me look?" Pepper asked, swimming over to give her very kind neighbor a hug. The plump, elderly hippocampi
