Fluttershy paced in a tight circle around the porch. She couldn’t stop worrying about Rainbow and Cup Cake, or dreading what she had gotten herself into. As Rarity summoned pins, needles, and thread out of thin air, and used the magical tools to pick the lock to the front door, something new started to bother Fluttershy: Rarity was smiling.
“Before we enter, you should know about what we’ll encounter,” Rarity said. “Witches project an emotional milieu called a labyrinth that is especially attractive to foals, but it can affect anypony. Approaching a labyrinth, one who is untrained could be enthralled by the same joy he or she would feel coming to a sweets shop or a playground. A powerful witch can even control how a pony speaks and acts.”
“Like hypnosis?”
“Precisely,” Rarity said. She bent one of the needles into an L-shape and stuck it into the lock. “Then, as he or she draws near the witch’s heart, the witch will lull its victim to sleep before the ruse becomes evident. If it is any consolation at all, Rainbow and Mrs. Cake are no doubt totally unconscious by now.”
Fluttershy thought of how Rainbow had gone limp. “I can’t thank you enough for helping Rainbow and me.” Fluttershy sat down and hugged herself for comfort.
“It truly is my pleasure.” A needle snapped. Rarity frowned at it before tossing it into the bushes and summoning a new one. “There is a certain thrill to it, after all.”
“A thrill?”
“Oh yes. Not the combat or the environs, which can be quite ghastly. I mean falling into a topsy-turvy situation and calling upon one’s ingenuity to master it. One learns to notice the absent, the incongruous, the foundations left unquestioned. A labyrinth is a world where what you don’t know will hurt you, but what you’ve never thought of will save you. I suppose you could say that thrill is the excitement of a strategy swiftly planned, and…” The lock clicked. “…Perfectly executed.”
She swung the door open. The pitch black interior of the house filled with hundreds of small lights in a sickly shade of yellow.
Fluttershy leapt back. “What are those?”
“Bats, presumably.” Without warning, a bevy of needles popped into existence around her and whistled into the gloom. The yellow lights winked away in a bedlam of squeals and screeches. Listening to the cull, Fluttershy felt a pang of guilt, but she set it aside for Rainbow.
“One last thing,” Rarity said. “When we go deeper into the labyrinth proper, you will feel as if you are not experiencing events personally. Almost akin to that astral projection foolishness you’d read about in a far-fetched romance novel.”
“You mean a dissociative episode?” Fluttershy asked. “Like you’re watching yourself from outside your own body?”
“Similar, but…” Rarity paused as she helped Fluttershy through the doorway, “perhaps I should say the eyes through which you see yourself are not your own.”
Once upon a time, there was a young and beautiful giant who lived all by herself deep in the woods. She had no friends because all the other giants in the world were old and scary. The young giant was so lonely that she spent her days making dolls, putting them in her dollhouse, and telling stories to them as if they were alive.
Her dolls were magical, and as long as she made them, she would would never turn old and scary like the other giants. Luckily for her, sometimes a pony would hear the stories she told her dolls. She told such good stories that the pony would come to her dollhouse and fall asleep. Then the giant could turn the pony into a doll, and that pony would be young and beautiful like her, and they’d be friends forever.
However, one day a mean unicorn named Rarity and a cowardly pegasus named Fluttershy found out about her magical dolls. They decided they would sneak into the giant’s dollhouse, steal her dolls, and stop her from ever making dolls again. They were thieves, and the giant had to kill them so they’d never steal again. After she killed them, she could turn as many ponies into dolls as she wanted.
So the giant hid traps throughout her dollhouse. When she finished, she hid behind a mountain to watch what happened.
Rarity and Fluttershy walked down a dark hallway of closed doors. Rarity was in front. She walked over the creaky floorboards and dead bats that covered the ground without hesitation. Using some thread she created with thief magic, she made a rag and dusted as she trotted along. Fluttershy, though, jumped at every sound and scampered from anything that touched her.
“How do you do this?” Fluttershy asked. “Everything about this house is so horrible.”
“You remind me of my maiden voyage through a labyrinth, years and years ago,” Rarity said. “Every mote of dirt would startle me. A hunter must adjust, though. It helps to remember that nothing here is real, so pay no mind to what merely offends your senses. If it can’t kill you, chances are it won’t leave a mark once the witch is dispatched.”
Fluttershy stared at the rag. “Then why are you cleaning?”
“Maintaining a less intellectually demanding task helps to focus one’s mind.” Her rag hovered over a door frame much like the others they had passed. “Sometimes, though, it also leads to some interesting discoveries. Tell me, do you see anything odd about this door?”
“No,” Fluttershy said. “It’s exactly like all the others. Rarity, my friend and Cup Cake are in danger, and…”
“Look at how clean it is, though. As I said, pay attention to the incongruous. In a dilapidated mansion like this, this one door has been kept spotless. What do you suppose that means?”
“I’m not sure.”
Rarity tittered like a wind chime. “Whatever’s here, the witch wanted us to notice it. Why don’t we follow the path of least resistance for now?”
She pushed the door open and ushered Fluttershy inside. They entered a kitchen with its lights suddenly blazing. In front of them, an old stallion with a gray coat and a black mane rested a kettle on the stove. On the counter next to him, a clear bin of brown powder, a small opaque bottle, and a long chef’s knife stood neatly arranged.
The stallion turned and said to them in a joyous voice, “Oh, sweet little birds, welcome! The hot cocoa is ready, and you may have as much as you like if you truthfully tell me the reason for your visit.”
Rarity stepped forward. “We are here to rescue our friends.”
“How wonderful! They are very lucky to have friends like you two.” The old stallion poured two mugs and offered them to the ponies. “Perhaps you’d like to rest your hooves awhile. Rescuing friends can be very tiring work.”
“I’m afraid we can’t stay long,” Rarity said as she took both mugs with her magic.
“Are you sure?” the stallion said. His voice turned strained and high-pitched. “Because if you leave the kitchen, the only place to go is the basement. No one knows what there is in the basement, what lies at the bottom of the stairs. No light ever reaches the basement, and no pony ever leaves it. If you dare to enter, you will fear so much more than tardiness.”
“And which way is the basement?” Rarity asked.
The stallion slowly lifted one foreleg and pointed to the closed door behind them. Rarity turned around to open it again. Beyond it, there was nothing but darkness and the faint outline of a wooden bannister.
The stallion brought two fireflies, each as big as a bread loaf, out from the pantry and released them next to Rarity and Fluttershy. “You would do well to keep these fireflies close by,” he said, “for they are your only hope of returning alive.” The fireflies hovered behind them as the two ponies descended the stairs.
“Who was that old pony?” Fluttershy said after they been walking down the stairs for a few minutes.
“One of the witch’s minions, no doubt luring us to our deaths. You can imagine the sundry and grisly ways he could have dispatched us.”
“Like poisoning the cocoa,” Fluttershy said shakily, “or stabbing us with the knife.”
“Or he’d let the fumes from the oven suffocate us,” Rarity said. “All basic tricks. It’s fair to say traps aren’t this witch’s forte.”
Rarity must have thought she was a clever pony, but she wasn’t nearly as clever as she thought. The giant was much more clever than her.
They kept walking down the stairs for a very long time without any change to the view in front of them. Gradually, though, it started to get brighter.
“If that stallion was trying to trick us, should we have these fireflies so close?” Fluttershy asked. “Aren’t they another trap?”
“Most certainly, but I’d rather have the light for now. If they start causing us any trouble, though, I’ll deal with them like I did those pesky bats.”
“Have there always been so many of them?”
There hadn’t. While the two thieves weren’t paying attention, the two fireflies had multiplied until there were hundreds. The stallion knew Rarity had lied about her quest, that they had really come to steal the giant’s dolls, and now Rarity and Fluttershy were going to die.
One by one, the fireflies ballooned in size. Their green glow flared, and heat poured off of their swollen bellies. The fireflies floated closer, their guts wobbling, and one of them burst open a pace away from the ponies. Acrid smoke rose from where its glowing sludge fell on the steps. Rarity dumped the two mugs of cocoa on the nearest fireflies, and with an ear-piercing squeal, the bugs shriveled up and flew away. But a dozen new fireflies floated in to take their place.
Rarity and Fluttershy galloped down the stairway while the engorged fireflies chased close behind them. Suddenly, a great rumbling sound came from in front of them. A jack o’ lantern as large as a whale with a roaring fire at its center barreled towards them, crushing the banister in front of it.
“It’s rolling up the stairs!” Fluttershy yelled. She froze, but Rarity grabbed her and kept galloping. They had to stay away from the fireflies that would burn them alive. They had to run towards the jack o’ lantern that would crush them to death. They had nowhere to go, just like the giant had planned.
Dozens of spools of thread appeared around Rarity. She unrolled them, drew the threads into a net of overlapping star and diamond patterns, and tied them together above her. With the fireflies catching up behind her, the jack o’ lantern looming in front of her, and Fluttershy weeping next to her, Rarity pulled the net taut.
The jack o’ lantern was paces away when Rarity threw the net in front of them. She caught Fluttershy and shielded her as the jack o’ lantern slammed into the threads and exploded, launching a shower of orange paste flying over them and into the fireflies, extinguishing the bugs all at once. The torch that had been inside the jack o’ lantern fell harmlessly to the stairs.
Rarity got up. Stringy pulp stained her dress and mane, so she began to clean the spots with her two front hooves.
Fluttershy lay in the platform of one of the steps. “You have to go on,” she said, her voice breaking. “You have to save Rainbow. I can’t do this anymore.”
“We’ll go in a second, darling, but first I simply must get these spots out.” Rarity scrubbed even harder.
Fluttershy raised her head up. She watched Rarity in disbelief. “I thought you said these disgusting things are in our head. That if it doesn’t kill you, it’ll go away once the witch is gone.”
Rarity sat awhile and then dropped to all fours with sheepish smile. “Old habits do die hard, don’t they?” She ran a hoof through Fluttershy’s mane. “I know you’re very worried, but I’d like you to help me with a riddle.”
“Riddle?” Fluttershy demanded. “What riddle?”
“A moment ago you said the jack o’ lantern was rolling up. That was quite astute of you. You remembered we were walking down the stairs, and so if the jack o’ lantern was coming towards us, it would be natural to conclude it defied gravity and rolled up. But, perhaps, you could come up with an alternative explanation.”
Fluttershy shook her head.
“Remember, we must attend to the absent, the incongruous, the foundations left unquestioned,” Rarity said. “Is something missing? Is something out of place? Or perhaps there is an assumption we ought to question.”
“I don’t know,” Fluttershy said. “Maybe the stairs changed direction. Maybe the house got turned on its side. I don’t know.”
“That’s very good,” Rarity said in a near whisper. She levitated the jack o’ lantern’s torch close to her. “Let’s suppose the whole house has been turned on its side. Further suppose we must continue down to find the witch. Tell me, Fluttershy, where would that be?”
Fluttershy didn’t respond, but instead pulled her head up and looked behind her. Where unending stairs once dwindled into the darkness, now a mere few steps separated them from the doorway which framed the most enormous eye either of them had ever seen.
The giant watched their every move.
Rarity met the giant’s gaze and threw the torch at her. The giant flinched, but she was too slow, and the torch erupted on her eye. She howled and swatted at her wound, letting go of the house she had been holding up and sending it to shatter on the ground. It was no use, though, for her eyeball had popped out of its socket. She knelt down and picked up her dislodged eye, but as she did, she saw a needle was protruding from her muzzle. Attached to the needle was a thin cord leading past her lips.
Her mouth was where she kept her unfinished dolls, and at that moment she held two that she had just collected. They were both blue, but one had a swirl of pink hair, and the other had a rainbow mane and tail. The thieves had snuck into her mouth and would steal her unfinished dolls if she didn’t stop them. Lucky for the giant, her mouth was also home to her most fearsome guardian: her tongue.
“You thieves have nowhere to hide!” the giant bellowed with her jaw closed. “I’ll find you because I can taste your fear! If you don’t come out this very second, I’ll beat you and bash you until you’re nothing but bits of brain blanketed in blood!”
“Adding a little alliteration to our all-out altercation? Two can play at that game,” Rarity said from inside. “Greetings, you grotesque gremlin! I’m here to grace you with my presence and then grind you into gruel.”
The giant slammed her tongue where she thought Rarity hid but missed. She felt a sharp pinprick near her front teeth.
“You grew egregious with your greediness, you growling grouch,” Rarity said. “I have a grudge regarding your aggravating grabbiness, and it will gratify me grandly to turn this grotto into your grave.”
The giant’s tongue swung again, crashing into her teeth with a meaty slap. She felt another pinprick near the back of her mouth.
“Would it be gratuitous to say I’ll do it all with a grin?”
The giant chased Rarity with her tongue again and again, trying to crush the thief every time she landed. No matter how hard the giant tried, she couldn’t catch Rarity. Her mouth hurt from all the pinpricks, and she was so angry she had stomped craters into the ground. She couldn’t let Rarity take her dolls, so she stopped moving her tongue, closed her good eye, and swallowed.
But nothing came down. Panicked, the giant remembered the eye she held and threw it into her maw so she could see what was wrong. As soon as it landed, the eye swiveled all around until it found Fluttershy tied to a back tooth and clutching the giant’s two unfinished dolls. She didn’t look scared anymore.
But she got very scared when she knew the giant had found her.
The tongue surged towards Fluttershy. She shrieked and turned so the tongue wouldn’t hurt the almost-finished dolls, but she could do nothing to save herself because she was a thief and weak and the giant hated her more than anything in the world.
Then the tongue pressed against a blue glowing net that refused to budge. The giant realized that the pinpricks she’d felt had been Rarity fixing the threads for a snare, which had trapped the giant’s tongue. Rarity used magic to wind all the threads around the tongue, forced it to the ground, and then sank a needle in its tip so it was trapped on the bottom of the giant’s mouth. She pulled out another needle, and with one graceful swipe, split the tongue in two, exposing the giant’s black heart inside.
The giant’s legs collapsed, and she fell to the ground. She couldn’t do anything to stop the thieves.
I couldn’t do anything to stop the thieves.
It’s not fair. I made those dolls all on my own. I was going to keep them young and beautiful forever, like me. They’re mine, but those thieves came and they tricked me and they stole the dolls away from me. Those dolls are mine. They’re mine! They’re mine they’re MINE THEY ARE MIIINNNEEE
“And that,” Rarity said as she cracked open the black heart, “is that.” She pried from the heart’s remnants a small, white orb surrounded by a black filigree. Rarity levitated the orb towards her chest. She parted the front of her dress to reveal a grey necklace shaped like two wings holding a diamond and tapped the orb to her necklace. The necklace and orb shimmered briefly. When she pulled the orb away, it was grey, and her necklace glimmered in gold and purple as if newly forged.
“How do we get out?” Fluttershy said. She dreaded spending another moment walled in by the giant’s mouth.
“Out of what?” Rarity flashed a knowing smile.
Fluttershy saw that new textures were emerging on the labyrinth’s walls. The meat that had surrounded them was interrupted by vertical lines that reminded her of the launching pier from the Air Guard Reserve training field.
Because it was the launching pier. The familiar world was returning, or perhaps the guise of the unfamiliar hellscape was fading. Fluttershy watched the witch’s illusion wither away until all that remained was a fine layer of ash covering the ground. She turned back to Rarity.
Rarity stood rigidly with her ears pulled back. An oversized needle floated above her.
“Something’s wrong.”
Fluttershy held her breath. She couldn’t see what was amiss. The uncertainty weighed on her, pressing down with such force that she was about to collapse. The more she searched, the more she realized how fragile her world was. At any second, the towering pier with its rickety wood could fall, the buildings of Ponyville could tumble down, the trees of the Everfree Forest could shatter into splinters, and everything she loved would be smashed and crushed and bashed and…
The needle whined through the air and then froze as it struck something invisible. Tendrils of light emanated from its point, cutting a gleaming webwork into the sky. A tile fell away, breaking into specks and vanishing before it reached the ground. Dozens more followed it, then hundreds more, becoming a waterfall of the false sky, until the stars and moon that welcomed Fluttershy to sleep every night had returned.
“Only a familiar. They’re like witches, but without the out-of-body bit.” As Rarity spoke, the tension ebbed from her posture. A second later, she tapped a forehoof to her chin. “How odd, though. A familiar that survived the destruction of its witch.”
Fluttershy realized that she was still holding onto Rainbow, with Cup Cake by her side. Both ponies were motionless. She smoothed back Rainbow’s mane, uncovering bright red splotches around her face.
“They need help,” Fluttershy said. “Rainbow’s hurt.”
“I’ve got just the thing. Kyubey, would you mind?”
A white four-legged creature about the size of a fox appeared from behind Rarity’s neck.
“Certainly,” it said, and leapt off Rarity’s back. When it approached, Fluttershy drew away from it and shielded Rainbow Dash with her forelegs.
“Kyubey is my friend, and more than that, he’s superb at helping sick ponies get better,” Rarity said. “With his help, Rainbow Dash and Mrs. Cake will be right as rain by the end of the night.”
Fluttershy assessed Kyubey. He had bright red eyes and a tiny wrinkle of a mouth, but no whiskers or nose. Small fox ears popped up from his head, but he also had a second set of droopy, pink-tipped ears. A thin, gold ring circled each of the pink-tipped ears. His bulbous body had no texture, and he had a long, puffy tail that was as large as the rest of him.
Fluttershy decided he looked harmless and loosened her hold on Rainbow. He hopped onto Rainbow and began licking each of her rashes for a few seconds before moving to the next. He made no depression where he stood on her body, as if he were weightless. After a few minutes, all of the rashes had faded, and Kyubey started on Cup Cake’s injuries. Fluttershy tried to rouse Rainbow, but her friend remained blacked out.
“Give her time. Kyubey can speed up the healing process, but her body has to finish the job.”
Kyubey finished with Cup Cake and returned to Rarity’s shoulder. He whispered something that amused Rarity.
“What an excellent idea. First, let’s get some help for Mrs. Cake. I’m certain I saw an alarm bell around here…”
Rarity summoned a volley of needles and launched them into the night. Seconds later, a bell rang out.
“That ought to get the night patrol’s attention, and they’ll make sure she gets to the hospital safe and sound. Kyubey, would you keep watch until they arrive?”
He nodded and hopped to the ground next to Cup Cake.
“My sincerest thanks. Fluttershy, could you help me with Rainbow Dash?”
Fluttershy nodded, and the two of them hoisted Rainbow. “Where are we going?”
“To my humble little abode off in the hills. Don’t worry if you need to spend the night. The guest quarters were renovated only a few weeks ago!”
Rainbow awoke to the smell of tea and the sound of laughter.
“…And then she flew off, right out of the ring,” Fluttershy said. A pony with a voice Rainbow didn’t recognize teehee’d back. “I was left there flapping in front of every pony.”
“I suppose even the best of us have our troubles with stage fright,” the other pony said.
Rainbow couldn’t tell who Fluttershy and the pony were talking about. She didn’t like the other pony’s tone of voice. The other pony sounded snooty, as if she felt good only when she was judging others. Rainbow tried to turn and look this pony in the eye, but every muscle in her body ached worse than she’d ever felt before. She let out a moan instead.
“I think she’s coming to,” Fluttershy said.
“Here, have her drink a little of the tea.” There was a tinkling sound, and the smell of the tea grew stronger. When Rainbow felt something warm in front of her, she peeled her parched eyes open to see a blurry teacup floating by her snout. She sipped a little and was rewarded by a buzz of energy that relieved the soreness from her muscles.
“Careful, not too much,” Fluttershy said, too late. Rainbow finished the cup.
“Oh dear, you’ll be up all night if you keep drinking like that.” the other pony said. “Why don’t we stick with water for the rest of the evening?” The other pony was a white unicorn with done-up purple hair, a swanky purple dress, and a fancy-looking gold necklace. She gave Rainbow a glass of water, and Rainbow guzzled it too.
“Thanks,” Rainbow said. “So, what’s going on? Why do I feel awful?”
“My name is Rarity, and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?”
“Well, we were at the field after practice,” Rainbow said as she eyed the opulent room for more water. There seemed to be a dozen pieces of antique furniture, stuffy cushions with gold thread, and expensive hardwoods. No obvious jugs of water, though. “We saw Cup Cake on one of the towers, and she was acting really weird…”
The memory of Cup Cake plummeting to the ground snapped into her mind.
“Oh my gosh, she jumped! I tried to stop her!”
“It’s all right, darling, Cup Cake is quite safe,” Rarity said. “I can explain everything.”
Rarity described finding them in the field, meeting Fluttershy, their fall into the “labyrinth,” and their escape from the burning fireflies, jack o’ lantern, and giant’s tongue.
So far, it all sounded like the kind of trouble a pony could get into by wandering too close to the Everfree Forest. Then came the part Rainbow was glad she was lying down for.
“That giant was the manifestation of a witch, a kind of monster that lures unsuspecting ponies into its clutches with psychological magic,” Rarity said. “These witches, and the familiars that join them, came from another world, and no pony could hope to win against them without help. Luckily for us, someone from that world has come to help. His name is Kyubey.”
“I met him,” Fluttershy said. “He’s nice.”
“Kyubey recruits ponies to wield incredible powers to counter these witches, and seals the ponies’ fealty by granting them a wish. In exchange, these ponies devote their lives to destroying witches for the good of the world.”
Fluttershy furrowed her brow and pinched her mouth, her classic I have some questions once you’re finished look. Rainbow guessed this was a part of the speech Rarity hadn’t shared with her yet.
“There have been multitudinous cases of ponies who have gone missing,” Rarity continued, “and I assure you many of them have been preyed upon by witches. Had we not intervened, for instance, Mrs. Cake and Rainbow Dash would have become that fiend’s latest victims.”
Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash exchanged a glance. “I know,” Fluttershy said.
Rarity paused a second. “I’m getting ahead of myself, though. This whole conversation has been abstract, particularly for you, Ms. Dash, as you haven’t even seen any of this. Both of you simply must see one of these witches up close to appreciate the wretched threat they pose to everypony. So, what would you say to joining me on my next hunt?”
Rainbow liked the idea of going out, kicking flank, and saving ponies. At the very least, it beat another day of Air Guard Reserve drills or fixing another cumulus puffer on the fritz. She turned to Rarity and said, “Sure.”
Rarity’s expression brightened. “Splendid! And you’ll both come?”
Fluttershy stared at Rainbow, and Rainbow gauged her expression. She looked panicked and worried, but there was something else that Rainbow couldn’t decipher.
“C’mon, Flutters. We’ll be fine with Rarity there.”
At last, Fluttershy said a soft, “Okay.”
“Wonderful!” Rarity wrapped them in a bear hug. “You’ll see. This could not be more perfect!”
Rarity told them that the next witch would show up one week later in the middle of the night at the Ponyville town center. They turned down Rarity’s invitation to spend the night at her place, but Fluttershy accepted a package of tea to take home. By the time they left, Rainbow had two very different impressions of Rarity: overbearing aunt and awesome part-time witch fighter.
On the walk home, Fluttershy was quiet, as usual, and Rainbow didn’t feel like saying anything. She thought about Rarity, especially the dueling images of the unicorn as a crazy cat lady without any cats and a superhero with magic powers. Then she thought about getting some drinks at Sweet Apple Acres, and then about her job at the Weather Service, and then about cleaning her home, and then about anything except Cup Cake throwing herself off the pier.
“Good night,” Fluttershy said.
Rainbow hadn’t noticed they were already at Fluttershy’s house.
“Night, Flutters,” Rainbow said. She got ready to fly to her own house, but Fluttershy grabbed her in a shaky embrace.
“I’m glad…” Fluttershy’s voice caught. “I’m glad it was okay today.”
Rainbow returned the hug but let go as soon as she felt Fluttershy relax. “Me too.”
Fluttershy smiled and walked inside. As soon as she was out of sight, Rainbow shot into the air.
She hated thinking about Fluttershy scared.
She hated thinking about Cup Cake in tears.
Rainbow picked up enough speed to make dodging the clouds a challenge. By the time she reached the fluffy gates of her house, she was panting, and her cheeks felt raw from the wind. She caught her breath and shoved the door open. There was a thump at her hooves, drawing her attention downward.
A package wrapped in brown paper and bound with twine sealed with glowing purple wax was on the ground. The return address said it was from “The Office of Twilight Sparkle, Master of the Library, Star Swirl’s School for Gifted Unicorns.” She knew Star Swirl’s was some preppy college in Canterlot, but couldn’t begin to guess why they were mailing something to her. Rainbow unwrapped the package and found it was a thick hardcover with the title, The Adventure Book. A letter clung to its back.
Dear Ponyville Resident,
Star Swirl’s School for Gifted Unicorns, in its continuing mission to research the many applications of magic, humbly invites your participation in a first-of-its-kind experiment. This enchanted tome is not just any book. Its pages will build an adventure unique to you. YOU make the choices! YOU face the dangers! YOU will earn the glory! Not only in reading, but by your actions, while this book is at your side…
Just what she needed: more unicorns meddling in her life. Rainbow tossed the book on a table and went to her bedroom, where she flopped into her four poster bed. While she waited for sleep to come, she tried to think about anything besides Cup Cake weeping for family as she hurtled to the ground.
A minute later, Rainbow was reading The Adventure Book.