Feather Duster woke to the sound of whispers. She silently crept out of bed and put an ear to the door. Whomever was on the other side of the door was whispering to somepony else but she couldn't make out what they were saying.

Earlier that day a Royal Guard pony put on a huge display of affection trying to impress her and she turned him down, gently explaining that she already had a special somepony.
If he was back to try again she was going to give him a piece of her mind.

Then she heard a faint clicking noise, somepony was picking her lock!
In a panic she hid behind the door, She was a mare that could take care of herself and she was not going down without a fight.
She grabbed a ceramic wash basin and held it over her head and when the door slowly creaked open and a dark silhouette creapt inside she brought the wash basin down with a loud "Crash!"

Then much to her surprise an even biger silhouette creapt through her door thinking quickly she grabbed the wash basin's matching pitcher and brought it down with a loud "Crash!"

Dragging the huge body the rest of the way inside she quickly relocked her door and jammed a chair under the knob in order to prevent any further intruders.

Rushing to her night stand she lit a candle and brought its light close to her would be assailants in order to discover there identities.

The big one was a man dressed in high boots, tight leather pants and a long cloak, all in dark colors to aid him in sneaking up on defenseless mares who might be traveling at night. He also wore a heavy backpack large enough to carry all of his stolen goods.
Beyond any shadow of a doubt this was a very bad person.

The smaller one was a pony with a light gray coat from what she could tell from the hooves sticking out from under the large man, as he had fallen directly on top of his smaller accomplice.
Then the man began to stir. Feather Duster lifted her night stand above her head and brought it down on the man's back with a loud "Crash!" But the man just shielded his smaller companion with his body. Feather Duster lifted a heavy mohagony wardrobe over her head.

The man scooped up the pony in his arms like it was a foal and scooted backwards into the corner of the tiny room, holding up his hand as if to shield them from further harm.

Feather Duster could finaly see the gray pony's face, it was her beloved Silver Flourish.

"Oh non Qu,est-ce que j'ai fait!" She said in prench.

Author's Note

I didn't even plan this chapter but I was on a roll and it just happened
It only took a few minuets to write anyways
Now all the people that actually speak French can tell me how terrible Google translate is.