The air outside is chilly, but it's warmer than the recent nights, a sign of winter's impending end. I made my way to the hill that was bare of apple trees like we agreed. The moon and stars shone brightly, and there were no clouds in sight. It was the perfect night for our mission to get the scrap metal from the barn. I made my way up the hill but no sign of either Sweetie Belle or Scootaloo yet. I stand around for a while watching the fire flies repeatedly light up and go dark. Soon after I hear the crunch of the grass. I look over to see two small figures approaching me from the darkness.
"Caw!" Sweetie Belle called.
"Cockadoodledoo!" Scootaloo whispered.
"Hey, we agreed on bird calls!" Complained Sweetie Belle.
"A chicken is a bird!" Argued Scootaloo.
"Is not!" Sweetie Belle retorted.
"Guys! Seriously?" I scolded
"Sorry!" Chimed Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.
"Are y'all ready?" I asked.
"Yep!" replied Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle.
We set off from the tiny hill and trotted quietly to the barn. We came up to the big red door of the barn. It was looming over us like a giant.
"On three," Scootaloo ordered. "One, two, three!" We all began pushing with all the might three fillies could possibly muster. "Hey why won't the stupid door open?" Complained Scootaloo.
"Push harder!" I commanded.
"If I could push harder wouldn't I have already tried tha-" The crunching sound of grass stopped us dead in our tracks.
"Everypony hide!" I whispered. We all bounded into a nearby barrel. We were stack on top of one another like a totem pole. Scootaloo on the bottom, me in the middle, and Sweetie Belle on the top.
"Ow!" whined Scootaloo.
"Shush!" I ordered, sticking a hoof into Scootaloo's mouth. I peeked out of a hole in the middle of the barrel while Scootaloo spat out my hoof. I saw a tall stallion making his way to the barn. As he got closer I realized who it was. It was my big brother, Big Macintosh. He trotted up to the barn door and pushed it open as if it were nothing. We waited in silence while Big Macintosh was in there. He came out a minute later munching on some hay, heading back towards the house. "So that's where the hay's been going..." I thought.
"Hey he left the barn open!" Sweetie Belle pointed out. "What luck!" We made our way from the barrel into the barn. The only light inside was the moonshine peering in from the top window. I grabbed one of the old cow blankets and set it on the ground.
"Help me load on the scrap metal." I ordered.
"Right!" Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle chimed. We began loading what little bit of spare iron and copper we had in the barn, onto the blanket. After all the scrap metal had been loaded onto the blanket we began dragging the blanket over to the treehouse.
"Now how do we get it inside..." I wondered out loud.
"Uh oh..." said Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle.