Panic
It was as if the whole world had me doing something for them. I needed to do something for everypony! I need to have the library organised in time, I can’t have it like this when the Princess arrives! I run from one corner of the room to the other, picking up books telekinetically as I pass them.
“Spike! I need you to organise the shelves in order of importance relevant to Starswirl The Bearded’s final study on the relative theory of spellbinding, and in turn have each of the books in alphabetical order based on their translation into the language of the Ancient Griffins!”
“Ummm, sure Twilight…” Spike murmurs in reply.
“Hmmm now let me see, this goes here, and this goes here…” I mumble to myself, my mane a mess, by Celestia Rarity would not accept me looking like this… OH GODDESSES I’ll need to look good if the princess is coming! Oh no there’s so much to do, just so much to work out! What am I going to do? I need this to be perfect; it can’t be anything less than that for the princess! Oooooh how am I going to be ready in time?
“Argh!” I yell in frustration and drop everything I was holding, books clatter to the floor around me, ruining any attempt to organise the library in a unique fashion. I sigh, it’s hopeless, I’ll never be ready in time…
A faint knocking drifts from the front door.
“CELESTIA?!?” I yell, “HERE ALREADY?” I run around in a panic, shoving books on shelves where there’s an empty space, I need to get this done, now’s the time to panic!