On a warm day in ponyville Rarity was working on her latest design of dresses. They were to consist of feathers and bright jewels blooming from the middle crest. As of being not an only child Rarity still had something bothering her while she tried to concentrate on her work. It was her sister Sweetie Belle, who was on the floor rolling in circles and muttering to herself.

"Wawity, I wannta plaaaaaay." She said as she was moving around on the floor, not knowing what to do.

"Not now Sweetie Belle, I'm working on a very important project right now and prefer not to be bothered". Rarity exclaimed in minor annoyance.

At this time Sweetie Belle was smashing her head against the wall and making a huge racket.

"What are you doing now Sweetie Belle?" Rarity said as she stopped on her design.

"I'm trying to walk outside of this room." She said slamming her head on the wall even harder.

"Just use the door sweet heart." She opened the door for her sister to walk out of

"Dowhr?" Sweetie Belle said as she stopped the slamming.

"Yes, Sweetie Belle the "door" as we call it."

"Who's Sweetie Belle?" The filly said in a confused tone.

Rarity grunted and pushed her outside of the door. She trotted back to her seat and resumed her work again. She had the most wonderful idea to match the colors of the jewels and feathers, even a matching tiara. This idea made Rarity squeal in delight as she improved on the idea.

Rarity loved to make dresses, her life was dresses, she LIVED for dresses. Each and every dress she made filled her with joy as she watched as everypony came to see them on display. Why, she wouldn't know what to do if something happened to them. She loved them so much, each and every unique design. How she loved them.

At this point Rarity heard a loud smash outside of her studio. She immediately rushed down the steps to check on her dresses. As she opened the door her heart stopped, then anger arose from inside of her.

"Dumb fabric" Sweetie said as she poked her head out of the dress she had tangled herself in.

"SWEETIE BELLE!!!" Rarity shouted in an explosion of anger.

"Did I make a mistake?" Sweetie Belle said in a timid voice.

"OH YES YOU DID" Rarity shouted as she picked up the filly.

She placed her outside and told her to go play with her friends are something. Sweetie Bell was still confused as ever. She was banging her head on the door as Rarity had shut it. She decided it would be best to wander around Ponyville for a while, to find if she could help with anything.

Exploring with flying colors.

Sweetie Belle was now wandering down the street while tripping over every possible thing and bumping into every pony.

She finally made her way to a side road that was void of ponies. She heard a low rumble coming from behind her Suddenly a powerful roaring wind blew past her as a light blue blur flew past her. It was Rainbow Dash, the best flyer in ponyville. This caught Sweetie Belle's attention as she started galloping to the pony.

"WAAAIEN BOHW DAISH!!!!!" Sweetie said in an excited tone.

"Oh, luna." Rainbow said as she saw the filly tailing her.

"WAAAIEN BOHW DAISH!!!! I WANTA PLAAAEEEYYYHHH!!!!!" Sweetie said as she galloped faster.

"Ugh, not now Sweetie Belle, I'm trying to get to cloudsdale.." Rainbow said as she tried to fly faster.

"BUHT WAAAIEN BOHW!!!" Sweetie said in a more urgent tone.

"GO AWAY SWEETIE! I DON'T WANT TO PLAY!" Rainbow was now getting annoyed.

"BUHT WAIIIIN BOHW!!!!!!!!" Sweetie said now in a panic.

"SWEETIE SHUT THE FU-" She was suddenly stopped.

Rainbow dash had slammed into a jagged cliff and impaled herself on it. She was in immense pain and agony. Her chest had been stabbed straight through by a extruding rock. Her vision blurred as she finally began to slide down from the mass amounts of blood being pumped out of her body. She had began to fall off the cliff  and hit the ground with great force. Most of her bones broke from the fall and her body became a blue mess of feathers and blood.

"OOOWPSIES I MAED A MISTAEEK!!!!" Sweetie Belle said as she watched the event that should have been traumatizing.

She began trotting to the woods..