Bunnies don't fly

by Aragon

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life
Length: 5304

A day filled with problems. A letter for the Princess. A snarky narrator. And flying bunnies.

After a horrible day, in which everything that can go wrong goes wrong, a special letter goes to the Princess. And, what a surprise, it's not written by the mane six. I's written by…

Wait, what?

Oh, and what a day. Each one of the mane six (and Big Macintosh and the Cutie Mark Crusaders) have a story about it. And all of them are related. How? Well, the letter explains everything.

But it's a long one…

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-20 21:00:07 UTC

First of all - A letter sent to Princess Celestia at 18:00 p.m.

Dear Princess Celestia:

I know it's a widely known fact that bunnies don't write letters. It may be because we don't have fingers, or maybe it's because our mouth is a little different from yours and can't hold a pencil very well, but after all, it's possible for us to write. I mean, I'm a bunny and I'm writing this letter. That means it’s possible, right?

Yes, that's what it means.

Initially, I tried to dictate the letter to Spike so he would write it, but it seems like dragons can't understand Bunny Language. I can't say it's a surprise, because neither ponies can understand it. And... well, bunnies aren't very fluent in Bunny Language, if you want me to be sincere.

In fact, now that I think about it, bunnies don't have a language. Which is awful. We should have one.

Because after all, we're intelligent. Or at least I am intelligent. I understand the Pony language perfectly, and my grammar is better than Rainbow Dash's. After two hours or so trying to dictate the letter to Spike (using a mix of mimics, gestures and little screams) I took the pencil and started to write. It's a little tricky, but I think my handwritting is pretty understandable.

Wait a moment. Twilight Sparkle is here and she's saying that us bunnies don't have hands. I guess you already knew that, Princess Celestia, so I will not insult your intelligence POINTING THE OBVIOUS.

(Yes, Twilight Sparkle, I'm talking to you right now. If you don't like what I'm saying, the stop reading what I'm writing and talking about it.)

As you can imagine by now, I'm writing this for a reason. And I have nine ponies and one dragon looking at me while I'm doing it. Well, I have eight ponies and a dragon looking at me while I'm writing this. One of the three foals is just looking at my ears and saying things like “cute bunny” over and over.

Ahem.

This is not very traditional. You and I have never met, and I’m pretty sure you don’t know who I am (at least by now you know what I am. I mean... the whole “I'm a bunny” thing), but I’m a very close friend to a very close friend to your protégé, Twilight Sparkle. Today, Twilight has learned a new lesson about friendship. So has done Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Big Macintosh –he has learned also a very important thing about mares -, Rarity and those three fillies who are always looking for their cutie marks (they were in the Royal Wedding, you may remember them. One of them, the white one, it's the foal I mentioned before. The “cute bunny” filly). I like to think that Flutteshy hasn’t learned anything, because she knew it all along.

All of them had learned something, but I think that I can explain everything better than anyone. That’s the reason why I am the one who is writing this…

Oh, yes. Of course, I’ve learned something too. But... I’m afraid that it’s not related to friendship. I’ve also learned two things, dear princess:

First of all, we bunnies don’t like magic. I'm not trying to insult you, or the unicorns in general. I don't think magic is bad. I just think it's bad for bunnies.

And second and most important:

Bunnies

don’t

fly.

And we don’t fly because we don’t want to. There is nothing, nothing more horrible for a bunny than flying.

And now that you know that, I can start telling you everything. Hold on your hooves, because this is gonna be a long one...

Second - The second page of the letter, in which Twilight Sparkle messes up a spell. What a surprise.

16:35 pm

Ponyville was more silent than usual. The Weather Patrol had warned the entire town about two days ago: that would be the hottest day of summer. The Sun seemed twice as big as usual, blinding everypony crazy enough to look at it directly. The streets were almost empty, and even the animals were hidden, looking desperately for a shadow. It was possible to boil an egg in the ground. Only a little group of fillies playing with a ball were able to resist the Sun, but just because nopony had told them that that day was the hottest day of summer.

Twilight Sparkle, fortunately, had no worries about the heat. Living in a tree filled with books, the pony was protected by twelve different spells, casted by somepony dead long ago, that lowed the temperature. The purpose of those spells was to assure that the books and the house never burst into flames, something easy with the oldest scrolls (the fact that a baby dragon lived in that tree too didn't help at all, being honest)… and at the same time, they comforted the librarian.

The lavender unicorn was alone in her house. Her eyes closed and her horn glimmering, it was pretty easy to see what she was trying to do: magic.

The spell was difficult, but not too much. It was number seventy-four, and its purpose was something not very spectacular, like freezing water or melting ice. Euphoric, Twilight felt her magic working, and a smile appeared on her face. Number seventy-four was dominated…

And then, a strange sound came from the window right next to her. It was very weird: it sounded like two fluffy objects hitting with a strength only reserved to the biggest stallions and mares (and a little filly who defied the laws of physics with her ability to throw balls kilometers away). Something like:

PLOUMF!

That surprised Twilight, but the pony didn’t lose her concentration. It was just a weird noise, nothing to worry about. After all, the whole day had been filled with weird sounds, like ponies screaming or birds screaming or wood cracking and making a noise that seemed a scream, and... well, lots of screaming. And the spell was almost casted…

…and then, a few grains of pollen came from the window and landed in Twilight’s nose.

It’s a widely known fact that everypony who spends at least three hours a day reading an old book in an old library develops a strong allergy to every kind of pollen and/or lactose. Unicorns and pegasus are specially sensitive. Scientist all over Equestria had tried to discover why, but for more than a thousand years, the answer is still a mystery. The fact that ponies with glasses are even more sensitive to this “magical” allergies makes everything worse. It’s like if the universe thought that, if you’re an egghead, you must have allergies to every kid of pollen and/or lactose. And it’s not a normal allergy: eggheads can still eat flowers or eat pies. They just can’t smell them, because if they do…

AAAAT-CHOOOOOO!

Yeah, that’s what happens. But just the word “at-choo” is not enough to describe the massive explosion that Twilight’s sneeze was. Think about ten thousand kilograms of TNT, and then put some pollen, something green and slippery (you better don’t think about it too much) and an almost finished spell that suddenly changes direction and purpose in life (and realizes that spirals and the number sixty-three -I guess it's sixty-three, but I'm not sure. Don't worry about this thing, it will make sense in a few pages -were spectacular), and you’ll have a better idea of what happened at the library.

It wasn't pretty. In fact, the word “abomination” fits it pretty well. Or “aberration that shouldn't have seen the light of day”. Or “room filled with pony mucose”.

Just a second after that, something exploded outside the window. A little line of smoke entered the library.

Twilight sneezed again, this time more quietly, and shook her head. –Unghhh… -she blinked once, twice, three times, and finally tears stopped and she was able to see one more time. –Oh, shoot. Please, please, please, tell me the nothing has happened with the spell…

Fearing something terrible, the unicorn approached the window. She had heard an explosion after her sneeze, and nothing good came from explosions. Twilight looked outside, and…

-Oh, no! Oh, gosh I’m so sorry! Please, please, please be okay!

Third - The third page of the letter, in which a lot of things happen but the three fillies don't notice because they are just kids and don't know a lot about the world. Also, something about a ball.

16: 20 pm

It was weird, but hey, they had the entire town only for them! Ponyville was usually a very noisy place, filled with ponies. Something normal, giving the fact that the town’s name was, well, “Ponyville” (a wonderful name that uses the words “pony” and “ville”. The one who named the town was a GENIUS. Oh, wait, Twilight Sparkle is saying that you were the one who thought wbout the name, Princes. Well... I'm gonna be honest: it wasn't one of your better ideas. But, hey, the whole “raising the sun every morning” thing is pretty clever, I have to admit that). Usually, the Cutie Mark Crusaders weren’t able to play at the center of the town, but that day, they were alone. It was hot, yes, but nopony had told them that that day was the hottest day of summer. So, for them, it was just another day. They weren’t even sweating.

(Twilight Sparkle is talking again. Sigh. Your protégé doesn't like silence. What a sad thing for a librarian. It seems like your highness -now I can't refer to you by your name, it seems -has been ages since she cared about a foal. Twilight Sparkle was the last one, right? Well, children are amazing in at least one thing: they don't know anything, so you need to teach them about the world. That's bad, yeah, but on the other hoof, they are able to do impossible things because they don't know it's impossible!**

Something that sounds great, but in the end it's just another way to say “they're pretty stupid”, really.)

The town wasn't silent, though. A lot of birds were flying and making “caw caw” noises, and something like the sound a tree does when it bends and then gets straight again. But ignoring that, the town was silent.

Applebloom hit the ball with her head and passed it to Sweetie Belle, who did the same and tossed it to Scootaloo. Giggling, the Pegasus passed it to Applebloom, and everything started again (wow, what an AMAZING game. And we bunnies are considerated stupids? Come on). They were laughing all the time, of course. It’s another widely known fact: little fillies always laugh when they are playing. It doesn’t matter what game they are playing. They may be even bored, but their “hihihi” will never stop.

-This is the best ball I’ve ever seen! –Said Applebloom after hitting the thing one more time (They only stop laughing when they talk, as you sure know) –Scootaloo, it’s great!

-Thanks! –said the Pegasus filly. -It’s from Cloudstale, you know! Twilight bought it!

-Twilight? –Sweetie Belle kicked the ball and raised an eyebrow (I find amazing the fact that ponies never have eyebrows except when they need them to make silly faces). –How did Twilight buy it?

-I guess she took some bits, and pay for it?

-Not that! I mean… What about the clouds? –Sweetie Belle pointed at the sky with one hoof. It was almost completely clear: there were only three little clouds. Oddly enough, they were exactly in the same point: one under another, like some kind of staircase. –Twilight is not a pegasus! Unicorns can’t…

Plof!

-Ouch!

-You shouldn’t look at the sky when we’re playing with the ball –said Scootaloo. –Are you okay?

Sweetie Belle frowned. –Dumb ball. –She tossed it again and looked at her orange friend. –Unicorns can’t go to Cloudstale! How did Twilight buy you a ball?

-I don’t know. –Scootaloo shrugged. –She said she was sorry about breaking my last ball that day. You know, when the Smarty Pants thing…

-That doll? –Applebloom hit the ball. –The one Big Mac has?

-The one with the… likable mane?

And then, a sound like glass breaking came from the town. It was followed by somepony screaming, and the voices sounded like Big Mac's and Rarity's. They didn't sound like something bad had happened, just... their voices came out of nowhere.

-What was that?

-I don't know. It sounded like Rarity! And your broth...!

Plof!

-Auch!

Scootaloo giggled. –Really, you should look at the ball.

Applebloom tried not to laugh, but amazingly, raising a hoof and covering your mouth with it does nothing to stop the giggles, so the earth filly failed at her attempt. –Hah! Hahahahahah! S-Sweetie Belle, are you okay?

-I’m okay, I’m okay! –She frowned. –Dumbd, dumb ball –she kicked it. –Then, she was sorry for breaking your last ball, and then she went to Cloudstale and bought you this?

-I guess so?

-Are you sure it’s from Cloudstale? –asked Applebloom. –Maybe she just bought it in Canterlot…

-No, no. It’s written in the ball –Scootaloo smiled after passing the thing to Applebloom. –“Made in Cloudstale”. It’s a pegasus toy!

-That’s cool! But then, how did Twilight…?

-Maybe she asked Rainbow Dash? –Sweetie Belle looked at the clouds again. If you were looking very closely, you could see a very colorful tail hanging from the cloud in the center of the staircase. –I guess she could…

Plof!

-Are you sure you know how to play at this, Sweetie Belle?

-Pffffft... Teeeeh-heh-heh…

-Argh! Dumb, dumb, DUMB BALL! –screamed Sweetie Belle. With an angry frown, the filly turned around and bucked the ball with all her strength. *Plam!*

-Woah! –Applebloom opened her mouth after seeing that. That strength was only reserved to the biggest mares and stallions of Equestria. The white filly was defying the laws of physics with that kick. –Wow, Sweetie Belle, you really are strong…

And then, out of nowhere, somepony screamed. The voice came from some place near Carousel Boutique, but before any of the fillies could do something, a weird, white and red and fluffy object came flying at a very very high speed, making a fiuuuuuuuu sound. Then, something like a PLAM!. The fillies weren’t able to see it very well (really, it was, like, Rainbow-Dash-like fast) before it disappeared in Twilight’s library direction.

-WOAH! –said Applebloom again. –What was that?!

-I don’t know! –Scootaloo approached the earth filly. –Could you see it?

-Nah, it was too fast. You, Sweetie Belle?

-I think it was something with fur –said the unicorn. –But I’m not very sure. And I heard a scream!

-Maybe it was that thing! –The earth filly frowned. –Although I believe I know that voice…

-We should go and investigate!

-Yeah! –the pegasus nodded. –I’m on it! Let’s go!

-Okay! But… where is the ball? –asked Applebloom.

-Huh? Hey, you’re right! I can’t see it!

-I think the white and furry thing hit it. –Sweetie Belle approached the other two Crusaders. –But I don’t know where it is…

Scootaloo frowned. Another widely known fact, that everypony who likes sports knows (especially if he used to play as a colt) is that a ball, when hit, always lands in the worst possible place. It’s like if the ball had intelligence and chose its own trajectory, always trying to annoy ponies.

Luckily for them, in the center of Ponyville there was no lakes, or forests. But of course, a ball always finds the worst possible place. Scootaloo looked at the sky. The worst possible place…

There were three little clouds in the sky, one above the other, like some kind of staircase. If you looked hard, you could see a rainbow tail hanging from the one in the middle.

And in the lowest one, there was a ball.

-OH, COME ON! ON THE CLOUD?! THE ENTIRE SKY IS COMPLETELY CLEARED, AND THE BALL HAD TO LAND ON THE CLOUD?!

-Well, at least now we know that ball is from Cloudstale.

-Hey, did you hear that? It sounded like Pinkie Pie screaming!

Fourth - The fourth page of the letter, in which nothing really happens. In fact, this page is entirelly useless in my opinion, but Dash wanted to appear in the story and I said "sure, why not". She's kinda dictating me this part.

16:20 pm

The hottest day of summer. Say what you want, but the heat always makes you sleepy. Especially if you’re a pegasus. And even the most awesome pegasus in all Equestria (with the only exception of Daring Do and the Wonderbolts, who were at least as awesome as Dash) felt like sleeping on that day.

A nap was mandatory. I mean, how could you not take a nap on that day? Ponyville was almost empty. Yeah, there were those three fillies (Applejack’s sister, Rarity’s sister and the orange filly who was her number one fan) playing and making a lot of noise, but that’s what fillies do, and even with them, Ponyville was more silent than usual. And of course, you can’t take a nap in your house. You sleep in your house at night. Dash was sure it was a law or something about it. I mean, Applejack did the same, right? Sure, she almost never slept when the sun was out there at the sky, but when she did, she did it right under a tree. And Fluttershy liked to sleep with her animals, right on the field. Unicorns like Rarity or Twilight never slept (Rarity liked to sleep with things on her face, and she didn’t like naps. Twilight just wasted all her time reading, and napping takes a lot of time and practice) and Pinkie… well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if Pinkie didn’t sleep even at night.

So, doing as everypony as awesome as her would have done, Dash took three clouds and put them above the center of Ponyville, her favorite place of the entire town (widely known fact: the most awesome place of a circle is the middle. Ponyville was not exactly circular, but who cares). She put them in the exact same spot, one under another, and lied on the middle one (because the most awesome thing of three things is the middle one. It’s kinda logic, if you think about it). That way, she was under the shadow of the highest one. Clouds are pretty cold, so heat was not a problem. The lower cloud was just because of the “being awesome” thing.

And boy, that nap was awesome. Dash was sleeping so hard that she deserved a medal or something. The only thing that slept as hard as her was her tortoise, Tank. The little boy (well, “little”. Who knows how old is a tortoise?) had learned how to sleep in less than a week. Now, he napped like her owner.

A little bunny saw her lying on the cloud and tried to wake her up, but she didn’t notice. Then, somepony screamed, a fluffy object came flying at high-speed (although it wasn’t flying straight, it was drawing some kind of extra-big spiral around Ponyville; it was easy to see it from a cloud), a ball landed on the cloud right under her and three little fillies started to scream at her, trying to wake Dash up. A pegasus like her would have been very helpful rescuing that ball.

And then, somepony screamed. And then another pony. And another. Suddenly, the town was filled with screams.

But sadly, Dash didn’t wake up. Not by choice, she just didn’t hear anything. She was sleeping so hard…

Fifh - In which Big Mac, Rarity and myself appear. And Big Mac learns something about mares - they're terrifying.

Fifh - In which Big Mac, Rarity and myself appear. And Big Mac learns something about mares - they're terrifying.

16:04 pm

Carousel Boutique was a very… fancy place. Big Macintosh was not exactly a fancy stallion, so he was a bit uncomfortable. Just a bit, though. Miss Rarity was a friend of her sister, and Big Mac knew how to behave with mares like her. Or that was what he thought. He had never been alone with Miss Rarity, but nothing weird could happen.

And of course, he was in the shop because he wanted to. Little Apple had needed a little makeup in her eye, and nopony was better for that than Miss Rarity.

-Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where everything is chic, unique and magnifique! –said the feminine voice when Big Mac entered the house. –What can I do to help you? –With this phrase, Miss Rarity appeared in the room, and then she saw who was in there. –Oh, Big Macintosh! It’s strange to see you here! And specially in a day like today. I thought everypony was hiding in their houses! Not me, of course; my job is not something you can just close every time you want just because of the heat. I’m sure dealing with a farm is something similar, right? Even with our differences, Applejack and I are, after all, mares of business!

-Hum… Eyup. –Big Mac wasn’t so sure about the similarities between a fancy shop and Sweet Apple Acres, but he had never worked in Carousel Boutique, so maybe he was wrong.

-Well, my dear, what can I do for you? Maybe a hat? Applejack’s is very… original. Something like that (with a few changes, of course) would be perfect with this sun… Or maybe you want elegant clothes? For a party? I’ve always thought that you’ll look dazzling on a tuxedo…

-Hum… Nope. –Big Mac shook his head. –I’m here because of Little Apple. I hope you can help me with it.

-Oh! What a shame. Are you sure you don’t want anything of what I said? –Miss Rarity smiled and blinked. –The hat? The tuxedo? –Another four blinks, in a (at least for Big Macintosh) disturbing way. It’s a widely known fact that a mare can do a lot of things to control a stallion. The most elegant one is, of course, blinking. If the mare has eyelashes (and Rarity had eyelashes, very long eyelashes) and moves them the correct way, her eyes shine a little and makes a tingling noise (like tlingblingbling). It’s very difficult to resist a good pair of eyelashes.

And of course, Big Mac had nothing to do against Rarity’s eyelashes. The mare didn’t want to manipulate him, of course. Miss Rarity was too kind to do something like that. She was just… aware of her, let’s say, feminine weapons.

-Uhhh… -Big Macintosh gulped. –I’m not sure…

-Come on, dear, you know you want to! It would look great on you, and maybe, if you wore something a little more, let’s say classy, than you usually do, I would be able to finally convince Applejack to at least let me, uh, fix her hat! And of course, if Applejack accepted that, maybe even Rainbow Dash would accept help from me to be more ladylike. Oh, that would be just perfect, don’t you think?

Big Macintosh was sweating. It was hot inside that store, of course, but the red stallion had grown up in a farm, so the heat was not a big deal for him. No, the sweat had other reasons. First of all, Miss Rarity’s eyelashes were still moving, and her eyes were still glimmering a little, and the tlingblingbling was still sounding. Second, Miss Rarity talked… strange. Her accent was, uh, fancy, yes, but the mare said some words in a weird way. Like if she wanted to talk in italics. And third, Miss Rarity had thought first that AJ’s hat was original, and now she wanted to fix it, and not being able to understand how a mare thinks was something that made him nervous. And fourth and most important, Big Macintosh didn’t want a hat or a tuxedo, but he was not brave enough to say it. At least, to say it to Miss Rarity, because oh Celestia her eyelashes Big Macintosh was more nervous than ever.

-Uh… eh… Eyup?

-Oh, that’s marvelous, my dear! Now, did you have something in mid, or can I recommend something? Black would suit you perfectly. Now, what can I do for… Oh! Idea! –Miss Rarity smiled and, to Big Mac’s relief, stopped blinking that way. –A top hat! –said the mare. –A classic, black top hat with a red ribbon would look just amazing on your head! It suits your facial expression… something elegant! Oh, Big Macintosh, you and I are going to create art!

-Uh… -Big Mac frowned. –I don’t know…

-Oh, trust me, my dear. –Miss Rarity giggled and turned to the bottom of the store. Her horn started glimmering, and a couple of hats levitated from some hidden box to the center of the room. –No, these two are too informal. –As fast as they had appeared, the two hats returned to the box. -You need something more… charming. –The mare was not looking at Big Mac. At least she seemed happy, thought the stallion. -Yes, charming is the word, darling! Oh, I’m so excited! It’s always a pleasure to work with a handsome stallion like you. Usually male ponies never come into my boutique, I don’t know why.

It was easy to imagine, thought Big Mac. –Hum… -The earth pony pointed at his bags, worried. –Miss Rarity…

-Yes? –the mare was still looking for hats. In fact, a great amount of hats were floating in midair, glimmering with a blue light. –I’m listening!

-Well, I’m here… -the stallion gulped again. –I’m here because of…

-Oh! –The mare covered her mouth with a hoof and turned to him, with a worried frown on her face. –Oh, Celestia, sorry! You’re right; you came here because you wanted something, am I wrong? About… something named Little Apple, may I remember?

Big Mac sighed in relief. –Eyup. –Miss Rarity was, after all, a very kind mare. Luckily for him, she had stopped searching for top hats and was now listening. The stallion opened his bag with his mouth, and took Little Apple…

And then, a noise interrupted them. It sounded like a window breaking and then the pieces of glass falling to the floor, like a CRASH! Tingtingting.

There is another widely known fact, and ponies like Big Mac and Rarity knew it very well.

Little fillies, and even more the ones at the age of Sweetie Belle or Applebloom, love the glass. If you have something fragile and refulgent, like a window, or a bottle, or a cap, or a jar, they will be near them. It’s because they shine, thought Big Mac. And then, they will break it. Always. They may not want to, but if you put a little filly and something made of glass in the same room, and then you leave them alone, you can expect a sound like CRASH! Tingtingting. If you live with a little filly, you usually develop a supernatural hearing for broken glass. If somepony breaks glass near you house, you know it. And of course, you feel the urge to pick up the pieces, because little fillies think they’re invincible and always walk through the glass, and then they’ll hurt their legs. It’s what children do. Maybe colts were different, but they didn’t know that.

So, having a little sister both of them, Rarity and Big Mac looked at the point where the sound had come from. They were waiting for Applebloom or Sweetie Belle with a sad frown, or trying to run from the broken window with a guilty face (something very usual in their houses, of course. Little fillies like them love breaking things. And let’s admit it: that’s because breaking things is funny). But what they saw was very different.

On the floor, looking at them with a worried face was a white bunny. The window was broken, of course. The floor was covered in glass.

Big Mac raised an eyebrow. That bunny seemed familiar. The animal approached them and started to jump and move her tiny legs and make weird faces. It was also making funny noises, like iiiic, iiiic or something like that.

-Oh, my! –Miss Rarity opened her eyes wide, frowning. –My window! Angel, what have you done!

Angel? –Angel? –repeated Big Mac. –This bunny is…

-It’s Fluttershy’s pet, yes. –Miss Rarity sighed. –Oh, Angel, you’ve broken that window! Now I have to clean everything again, or Sweetie Belle may cut herself with the glass…

-It’s trying to tell us something –said Big Mac. –Do you understand it?

-Hmmm? –The mare raised an eyebrow and approached the bunny, who was still doing weird things. –No, I’m afraid not. Angel, what do you want?

Iiiiic, iiiiic!

-Well, that didn’t help. Maybe you could…?

MEEEEEEEEOW! FSHHHHHHHH! MEEEEEEEEEEOW! MEOW, MEOOOOOW!

Feline psychology is pretty easy: hunt, eat, sleep, repeat until death. That’s what they do. When cats are domestic, they can’t hunt the same thing they eat (because hunting a can of tuna is, at least, boring) but they still hunt things. Like balls, or toys, or practically everything that moves. But still, even the most domestic of cats likes to hunt things that are, you know, alive. Like mice. Cats love hunting mice.

Opalescence was not the most domestic of all cats. In fact, she was pretty wild. She had been sleeping until that exact moment, when the sound of breaking glass had woken her up. And, well, the psychology is “hunt, eat, sleep, repeat” so… it was time for hunting.

And then Opal saw Angel.

Well, he was bigger than a mouse, yes. But he was fluffy, and white, and had long ears. And mind you, nobody’s perfect. Opal was not a sybarite.

It’s amazing how insanely fast cats can run when they’re hunting something. And bunnies are also very fast, even more when they are being hunted.

-Opal! No! Stop chasing Angel! He’s not food!

Miss Rarity tried to stop the cat, but it was impossible. The two animals were moving everything in the room, and soon things like ribbons, needles and hats started to fly. A pretty long top hat landed on Big Mac’s head, but the stallion was too busy dodging the bunny and the cat (and Miss Rarity, who was also chasing them) to notice.

Finally, Angel jumped off the boutique from the same window it had entered. Opalescence seemed to calm down, and Rarity took the cat with magic and started to talk to her in an angry voice.

-Bad cat, Opal! Bad Cat! Mommy’s angry with you, little girl! Look at this mess! It’s going to take me years to put everything in order again!

Big Mac looked at the room. It was a mess, that was right. Everything was on the floor, even some clothes that the stallion tried not to look directly. He was a polite pony, after all, and ladies need some privacy with her clothes.

-And now we don’t know if Angel was trying to tell us something important!

-Hum… -Big Mac’s deep voice interrupted Rarity’s soliloquy with the cat. –I can help you, if you want.

-Oh? –Rarity blinked twice (tlingblingbling) and smiled. –Oh, you’re too kind, Big Macintosh. There is no way I would ask you to clean this, dear. You’re a client after all.

-Hum… It’s not so…

And then, out of nowhere, another noise interrupted them. The town was so quiet that the lowest sound seemed ten times louder than usual. And of course, the sound was something easy to worry about: somepony was screaming.

Rarity recognized the voice. So did Big Mac.

-Pinkie Pie!

And a few seconds later, something white and red came from Sugarcube Corner. It ignored Carousel Boutique and went in Twilight’s library’s direction.