When Apple Bloom arrived at the tree house, Her friends were already there. Sweetie Belle looked very excited and was wearing her brand new saddlebag, designed by Rarity just for her. It was blue and the clasp was a red quaver. Cheerilee had taught them that word when they were learning about music at school. Sweetie Belle had taken interest in music ever since that day, so it would be obvious the clasp would have something do with music. Once they were inside the tree house Sweetie Belle spoke up. "I have a great idea on how to get our cutie marks!" she yelled excitedly, making Apple Bloom and Scootaloo put their hooves over their ears.
Sweetie Belle produced a book for her saddlebag and placed it on the floor. Apple Bloom had never seen this book before. She stared at the book; it looked old with it's orange cover and big black letters on the front at the top. The pages were all yellowish and the book looked very thick. Surprisingly, it was in great condition, knowing of Sweetie Belle's bad luck with keeping things in good condition. The title of the book was The Complete Collection of Fetlock Pones.
"What's this?" Scootaloo had beaten her to the punch and had asked first.
"This....is an amazing book I got from Twilight!" she said, a huge smile on her face, jumping up and down on 'amazing' and 'book'.
"Where did you get it?" This time Apple Bloom asked first.
"Well..." she began. "Rarity has always been trying to get me to read books. She'd say things like 'Reading is fun!' and 'A book can take you to places you've never dreamed of!' but I didn't believe her. One day while we were at the library, Twilight picked out this book for me to read and told me to a least try reading it, so I did. By the time I had read the first chapter I was hooked! I read the whole day until bed time and then then read some more after bedtime under the covers."
"Why did you bring it?" Back to Scootaloo. "Are you trying to make me into a dork?"
"No! I'm not!" yelled Sweetie Belle "I just thought maybe we could be detectives! LIKE HIM!" Sweetie Belle pointed at the book,she was getting angry.
"Detectives?" Scootaloo said, puzzled at what she'd just said.
"YES, DETECTIVES!" she paused "AND READING DOESN'T MAKE YOU A DORK, YOU..." She paused, searching for the right word. "DUMBO!"
"HOW DARE YOU! I'M NO DUMBO,YOU'RE THE DUMBO!" Scootaloo retorted. They both moved to opposite sides of the tree house and sat facing away from each other, leaving poor Apple Bloom feeling stuck in the middle.
"Stupid Sweetie Belle! She always says too much! Sometimes I just wish she would stop talking." Scootaloo muttered under her breath.
"Stupid Scootaloo! Sometimes I wish she would stop always looking down on others. I wish she would go blind so she couldn't look down on other ponies anymore!" Sweetie Belle also muttered under her breath.