There she was. Rainbow Dash, lying on her cloud, as usual. Tank, however, was as active as a kangaroo. He was flying around her in circles, trying to get her to wake up, but he knew she never would.
''Rainbow Dash, darling!'' A voice from down below shouted. This was loud enough to zip her off her cloud.
''R-Rarity! Hi!'' Rainbow Dash called down below, worried her friend had spotted her being lazy.
''Why Rainbow Dash, dear! You must come over here, immediately!'' Rarity called. ''I need you to try on a new dress for me!''
Rainbow Dash groaned, she really hated this pink, dress up fru fru thing that Rarity liked, but she had zoomed down any way.
Rainbow Dash sighed. ''Okay Rarity, let's get this done and over.''
Rarity had already grabber her sewing machine, a knife to cut the materials with, and scissors if the knife didn't work.
''Okay Dash, just say still, and let me measure yo-'' Rarity didn't get to finish; her measuring tape had slam shut onto Dash, just above her wing.
''Ooh, Rainbow Dash, I am so sorry!''
''Okay, whatever, get this over with.'' She says, with pain in her voice.
