“Aww, you cutesy-wutsy bunny wabbit! Why were you all alone in the orchard?” asked Fluttershy, a whole new pony when she was on her own, “It’s no place for you! What’s your name? I’ll call you Angel; it just fits you perfectly! Oh, we’re gonna have sooooo much fun!” The bunny looked up at her with big, black eyes. Then he glared at her. “Oh, you’re so cute when you’re angry!” She picked him up and hugged him. He bit her ear, but it was more of a nibble, and Fluttershy cooed again. “You’re just a itty-bitty nuzzle-wuzzle cutie pie, aren’t you?” She was cuddling him again when she heard muffled laughter outside. She put Angel down on the table, which he hopped down from and started to explore his assumed new home, and flew silently to the window. Lo and behold, who should be crouching there but Big Macintosh?
He was laughing his flank off when he looked up and saw a teary-eyed Fluttershy looking down at him. His eyes widened with fright as he cowered in her presence, awaiting any punishment that he deserved.
Fluttershy’s eyes welled up and tears began to run down her furry, yellow cheeks, leaving trails of sadness that thrust guilt into Big Mac’s heart. She turned away from him and soared up the stairs into her room. He could hear soft bawling through the glass.
“Aw, Fluttershy, c’mon, Ah didn’t mean ta laugh at ya like that. Ah’m sorry.” The only response was more crying. He went to the door; it was unlocked.
He went in. “Fluttershy?” Her cries were louder now. A squeak was heard beside him, and he looked down. A very angry rabbit’s face was glowering up at him. He ignored Angel and went up the stairs to the pegasus’s room. He knocked on the door. “Fluttershy?”
“Go away!” cried the humiliated pony.
“Look, Ah’m sorry fer laughin’, an’ Ah swear Ah was the only one that heard ya.”
“I said GO AWAY!” A dull thud on the other side of the door was all to be heard of the book that Fluttershy threw, then more sobbing.
Disheartened Big Mac trudged back down the stairs, where the first thing that greeted him was a sharp bite on his heel. “Yeow!” he said as he stared angrily at the bunny that was gnawing at his Achilles tendon. “It’s on.” He whipped around to swat at Angel, but the rabbit was too quick. He hit the ground with a bump, and the bunny overtook him. Struggling against the white creature, he tried to throw him off, but Angel had a grip like iron. No pony would have ever guessed that this was the same animal that was shivering in the cold a mere hour ago.
Fluttershy had heard the impact and, while still crying, came to investigate. To her surprise, she saw Angel wrestling Big Mac and winning. A small laugh escaped her lips. Then another, and another until she was giggling like an idiot. The two males stopped fighting to look up at her just as she fell over and began to roll on the floor with her laughter.
“S-so… f-funny!” she said between giggles, “Angel… w-winning… against… a w-work horse!” She proceed into a fit of sniggers.
Big Mac started chuckling, then flat-out guffawed along with her. Squeaking from Angel made them laugh even harder.
“Look, Fluttershy,” he said when they stopped giggling, “Ah’m sorry Ah laughed at ya earlier. It’s none’a ma business what ya do alone, an’ Ah shouldn’t’ve looked. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m sorry too.”
“What fer?”
“Laughing at you. It was mean of me.”
“Nah, ya have every right ta laugh. Let’s call it even, ‘kay?” He held out his hoof.
“Okay.” She shook it.
“By the way,” he said, “Ya’ll have a might purdy laugh.”
Fluttershy blushed. “Th-thank you. Your laugh is nice too.”
Big Mac was thankful his coat was red. “Aw, shucks, it’s not near as good as yers.”
“Oh, but it is!”
“C’mon, Ah-” He stopped when he looked out the door. “Darn.”
“What?”
“Ah left yer door open.”
Fluttershy’s eyes widen as she saw all her neighbors and a few passing ponies staring right at them. “Oh,” she squeaked and hid behind her pink mane.
Big Mac got up called out to the ponies as he slowly closed the door, “Nothin’ ta see here, folks. Git on home. Nothin’ ta see.” After it was shut he and Fluttershy waited a few minutes before Big Mac decided it was safe to leave. “Bye, Fluttershy, an’ sorry about yer door.”
“It’s fine. Goodbye Big Macintosh.” This time when he went out the door, she made sure he went home. Once he had gone down the street, she found Angel sleeping where he had wrestled Big Mac. “I can’t believe you won,” she said as she started to look for a better place for him to sleep.