Angel was anxiously running about and muttering to himself.

"Oh, the Princess! Oh, the Princess! Oh, my dear paws! Oh, my fur and whiskers! She'll have me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets!"

"What have you lost?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"A pair of white-kid gloves and a fan," he said as he continued hunting around for them.

"I'll help you find them," she replied.

Finally, Angel looked up at her and said in an angry tone, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm trying to get into the beautiful garden," she answered.

"Run home this moment, and fetch me another pair of gloves and a fan! Quick! Now!"

"He's treating me as if I was his housemaid," Sweetie Belle said to herself as she walked off in the direction he pointed.

She spotted a book on the floor in front of her and read the title.

Angel Bunny's House.

"As good a place to start as any," she thought as she opened the book and a neat little cottage popped up from the pages.

She walked through the gate of the white picket fence and went in the front door without knocking.

It was a tidy little room with a table by the window, and on it three pairs of tiny white kid-gloves and a fan.

"He lives very well for a rabbit," she thought. "Some of these things must be very expensive, maybe even priceless."

She reached for a pair of the gloves when her eyes fell upon a little bottle that stood near the looking-glass.

"It doesn't say 'DRINK ME' like the other bottle," she thought, noticing the lack of a label.

Nevertheless, she uncorked it and put it to her lips.

"I'm sure it will make something interesting happen," she thought. "I just hope it makes me grow large again."

It did indeed so, and sooner than she had expected. After taking a single sip and hastily putting the bottle down, she found her head pressing against the ceiling and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken.

She kept growing and growing until she had to lie down on the floor with one elbow against the door, her other arm out the window, and one foot up the chimney.

"Oh, great!" she said to herself. "Now what?"

Luckily for her, she grew no larger. Still, she was very uncomfortable.

She was starting to wish she hadn't followed Angel down that rabbit hole, when suddenly, she heard a voice outside the front door.

It was Angel Bunny (she could tell by the pattering of his feet) and he was trying to open the door. But, as the door opened inward, Sweetie Belle's elbow was pressed hard against it.

"It's stuck! Hm. I'll try the back window," she heard him say to himself.

A moment later, Sweetie Belle heard a little shriek, a fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which she concluded that Angel had fallen into a cucumber-frame. Or something like that.

"Applejack!" Angel cried out in an angry voice. "Applejack!"

"Applejack?" Sweetie Belle thought. "She's here?"

"I'm here!" she heard a familiar voice. "I'm here! I was out front digging for apples!"

"What? Oh, not now, Applejack. Just help me out of this!" said Angel Bunny angrily.

"All right, come on,"

(Sounds of more broken glass.)

"Now, that won't do the vegetables any good," she told Angel Bunny.

"Why are we growing cucumbers, Applejack?"

"Because they're green,"

"I thought so. Now tell me, Applejack, what's that in the window?"

"That's an arm, yer worship!"

"An arm? Whoever saw an arm that size? Why, it fills the whole window!"

"Sure, it does, but it's still an arm,"

"Well, it's got no business there. Remove it!"

"Who, me?"

"Yes, you! Are you a coward?"

"Oh, no! I'm as brave as a lioness!"

"There's nothing to be afraid of,"

"Well, then you do it!"

"I'm too rich! I can't afford to die!"

Sweetie Belle slammed her palm against the ground.

There was another shriek (from Angel Bunny) followed by more sounds of broken glass.

"Would somebody please help me?" she asked. "I'm stuck!"

She slammed her fist against the ground and even more glass broke. It was a long cucumber frame.

"Why won't anyone help me?" she cried. "I can't do it by myself!"

"Why do you keep falling like that, your honor?" Applejack asked.

"I like it!" Angel answered angrily. "Oh, help me up!"

"Here, take my right hand," she said, offering him her left hand before letting go. "No that - that's my right hand! Derpy!"

"Hello?"

"You're needed, Sugarcube,"

"What's the matter?"

"Angel's got a terrible case of the falls,"

"Get a ladder!" Angel told Derpy.

"Now, be careful with that ladder, Derpy," Applejack said. "You don't want to-!"

Too late. Derpy accidently hit Angel with the ladder and knocked him back into the cucumber-frame.

"Oh! Sorry, sir," she said.

Applejack helped Angel up for the fifth time, and Angel said, "Put the ladder up against the house! Yes, that's good. Now, climb up!"

"What for?" Applejack asked.

"You've got to get on the roof, slide down the chimney, and see who's in the house,"

"Why?"

"Because I can't get in through the door or windows!"

"That's a good idea," Applejack admitted, "but I've got a bad back for chimneys. I get it from my mother's side. Pears have always had terrible backs for chimneys."

"Fine! You do it, Derpy!" Angel said, pointing at her.

"Who, me?"

"Yes, you!"

"Oh, alright then,"

"Quick. Hurry!"

Sweetie Belle looked up at the ceiling and could see clouds of dust fall from where Derpy was stepping, climbing up the roof.

"Now, be careful Derpy!" Applejack called from below. "There's a loose slate up there somewhere!"

Derpy took another step and a slate came loose and fell right onto Angel Bunny, knocking him back into the cucumber-frame. Again.

"Good girl! You found it!" Applejack called.

Derpy kept on climbing and another slate came loose and hit Angel Bunny in the head.

"Applejack, tell her to climb down the chimney!" he said.

Another slate came loose and hit Angel Bunny.

"Derpy!" Applejack shouted. "Climb down the chimney!"

"Ow!" Angel Bunny exclaimed as another slate hit him.

Sweetie Belle saw soot fall down the chimney and land on her foot.

"Not down the chimney!" she shouted. "Don't try it!"

Sweetie Belle drew her foot as far down as she could, and waited until she heard someone slide down the chimney. Then she gave a sharp kick and waited to see what would happen next.

The next thing she heard was Applejack say, "There goes Derpy!"

Then the crashing of more glass. But not from the cucumber-frame. From the nearby greenhouse.

"Derpy!" Applejack cried. "Derpy! What happened?"

"Hold up her head!" Angel Bunny said. "Here's cider."

"Oh, thanks Angel," Applejack said as she took the bottle from Angel and took a healthy swig.

"Not for you!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry," she replied. "Purely medicinal."

"What happened, Derpy?" Angel asked.

"Well, something comes at me like a Jack-in-the-box, and then up I goes like a sky-rocket!"

"There's nothing for it!" Angel Bunny shouted. "We must burn down the house!"

"Oh no, you don't!" Sweetie Belle called out as loud as she could. "You're not burning down this house while I'm inside."

There was an instance of dead silence, and then she heard Angel Bunny say, "A barrowful should do!"

"A barrowful of what?" Sweetie Belle thought.

She didn't have long to think because Applejack called out, "Ready? Aim. Fire!" and the next moment a shower of pebbles came rattling in at the window and some of them hit Sweetie Belle in the face.

"Stop it!" she shouted. "You'd better not do that again!"

Sweetie Belle looked down at the pebbles as they lay on the floor and was surprised when they turned into soft little sponge cakes.

She swallowed one of the cakes and was delighted to find that she began shrinking again. She became small enough that she could creep under the door.

She ran out of the house and found herself in a thick wood.

"Now, let's see if I can find that lovely garden," she thought. "No one will think of looking for me there."

It was an excellent plan, she thought, and very simple. The only difficulty was that she had no idea of how to go about it.

"Everything seems different from down here," she thought as she peered around at the flowers and blades of grass. "I have to keep looking up. I'm sure Breezies must get very bad neck strain. It's enough to make a cat bark. When I used to read fairytales, I never thought I would end up in the middle of one. Now that I think about it, I feel as if I've read this one before..."

While she had been thinking, a sharp little bark just over her head made her look up in a great hurry.

It was Applejack's dog, Winona, and she was looking down at Sweetie Belle with large round eyes.

Sweetie Belle, thinking Winona might be hungry, ran off in a fright and ducked into the broken remains of an upturned flower pot. The moment she appeared on the other side, Winona made a rush at her. Thinking fast, she picked up a little bit of a stick and held it out to Winona. Winona jumped into the air and started rushing at the stick. Then Sweetie Belle threw the stick with all her strength and Winona took off after it.

This seemed to Sweetie Belle like a good opportunity to escape, so she set off at once, and she ran until she was out of breath, and Winona's barking sounded quite faint in the distance.

"And yet, what a dear little dog she is," said Sweetie Belle as she leaned against a mushroom to rest.

Sweetie Belle peeped over the edge of the mushroom and her eyes met those of a large white caterpillar, that was sitting on the top with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and not taking the slightest notice of her.