Horses Are Melodramatic

"I suppose you're going to join their little club," said Silver Spoon, "what's it called, "The Cutie Mark Crusaders?"

"Why, yes, yes it is," Applebloom replied, "why do you keep asking questions with obvious answers?"

"Because, I have," Silver Spoon turned dramatically to the camera, "AMNESIA!"

"So do I!" shouted Diamond Tiara.

"So do you what?" asked Silver Spoon.

"I can't remember," the filly tapped a hoof against her nose, "why were we wandering around the outskirts of town?"

"Shouldn't we take them to see a doctor?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"You're gonna snitch on their amnesia?" demanded Babs.

"Well, um, shouldn't we ... what are we doing again?"

"I can't remember!" wailed Scootaloo, fluttering her wings and looking more adorable than should be legal.

"The amnesia must be," Applebloom turned dramatically to the camera, "CONTAGIOUS!"

Babs was the only filly who did not panic, because everyone was going to forget about her in about 10 minutes anyway. Plus her past sucked. It was dark and mysterious, and that made her angsty. King Sombra was involved somehow, or whatever.

Also, her barber was evil and kept giving her awful mane cuts. And she was named "Babs Seed."

Then they all fucked. Especially Scootaloo. She has the most adorable squeaky voice and little orange wings and her messy purple mane.

Wait, shit, I should have put a foalcon warning up at the top, shouldn't I have?