The Pony in the Cloak

After school, Scootaloo grabbed a pair of binoculars and followed Bright home. Furiously flapping her wings, she flew up to the window. She listened to the conversation Bright and her family were having, while at the same time looking through the window with the binoculars to her eyes.  The voices were kind of muffled, but she could tell what they were saying.

"You didn't take off the cloak, did you?"

"No, mom, I didn't."

"Good. We're going to the market. Let's change."

"'Let's change'? But ponies don't usually wear clothes!" Scootaloo said to herself. Just then, she saw greenish flames around the tree cloaked ponies. They threw off the cloaks, and looked nothing like they did before! They were black, not yellow! And where were the holes she saw in Bright's hooves? Then it hit her.

"A changeling?!?!"