The day was bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. Twilght's Friendship Castle ("Stop calling my castle that dumb name, Crow!") was shining as cheerfully as a gaudy chunk of castle- shaped crystal could look.

Twilight, on the other hand, was remarkably vexed for such a perfect day. The reason?

The hundreds of birds of all ages taking up the massive attic space in her castle known as The Roost. Crow had come up with the name, and had accidentally enforced its appropriateness two days prior.

Again, hundreds of birds. Big ones. Some of them strong enough to carry multiple people at once. While flying.

Twilight thanked Faust that they all took care of their own hunting.

No, her problem was the noise. As one can imagine, hundreds of sentient corvids can create a lot of noise, even if they should happen to be the normal sized ones. Considering that there were birds that stood at a good seven feet tall...

Twilight just thanked the fact that she controlled the sun and was thus unable to be woken before dawn.

And then there was...

Plip

"CROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

"Ahhhh shit."