Snoopy paced anxiously back and forth on the top of his doghouse. He seemed to overlook the fact that he could only take two paces before having to turn around. He was too lost in thought to notice or care.

Today! Today I'm going to confront the cat next door. I'm not scared of her. I'm going to show her who's boss! I'm not going to take her abuse any longer! I'll show her!

He leaned over the picket fence.

Hey cat! I want to talk to you!

A moment later, he stood back, a myriad of cuts and scratches and claw marks disfiguring his face.

Note to self. Don't mess with Opal after Rarity has given her a bath.

Snoopy is scared of the cat next door! Also:

Scrolling through to add a new installment, I had a realization: This story has a lot of chapters!

Dreadnought