“I’m sure she didn’t mean it.” Fluttershy patted Harry’s paw. “You know Rainbow has a tendency to take things too fast.” She turned her gaze to the mare standing beside her. “Doesn’t she, Rainbow.”
Dash flashed a sheepish grin. “Maybe sometimes?”
“Now, apologize to Harry.”
“Sorry bud, I’ll uh, I’ll avoid hitting you in the future.”
“To be fair, it was kinda my idea,” Applejack started.
“Really? So it was your idea to launch Rainbow from a cannon for a new trick that you created off the top of your head? Pinkie I’d believe it from, don’t try to lie to me Applejack.” Fluttershy glanced at the orange mare standing on the other side of Rainbow Dash. “Even if it was Pinkie, I’d be more inclined to believe it if Dash hadn’t been telling me about her plans for this trick for weeks.” Applejack winced.
“I mean, Pinkie helped.”
“I can see that.” Fluttershy turned back to Harry, who had not only been hit by a speeding pegasus but had also been tagged by a heinous invention of Pinkie’s, called (somewhat fearfully by residents of Ponyville) the polka-inator. Harry was covered from nose to tail in brightly colored polka dots, with a particularly egregious pink one covering his left eye.
“So, what have we learned today?”
“Don’t do tricks where they could hit other creatures?”
“And?”
“Uhhhh,” Dash put her hoof to her chin, thinking. “Don’t polka the bear?”