This is the story of a filly named Silver Spoon.
Silver Spoon woke up on a day like any other. She got up, braided her hair, took a shower, ate breakfast, put on her saddle bags, and headed towards school. But on this particular day, her walk was interrupted by the body of her friend Diamond Tiara, who had stumbled through Ponyville in her sleep while talking and screaming to herself before collapsing dead in the middle of town. And although Silver Spoon would of course run for a doctor, a nurse, or anypony she could think of for help, for just a brief moment, she gave this situation some serious and honest thought.
Diamond had obviously gone crazy; this much she knew. Everypony knows what crazy ponies look like. But when Silver Spoon gave all her experiences with Diamond Tiara some serious thought, she realized that perhaps Diamond Tiara always had been insane in some shape or form. And although she had always been right by Diamond Tiara's side during those exploits, Silver Spoon had never conceived those actions or put her heart in the pink pony's vitriol. quite frankly, Silver Spoon would sometimes look at her from a distance and pity her.
And now, as she stared at the body, Silver Spoon thought to herself not only how lucky she was to be normal, but how lucky she was to finally have the chains of Diamond Tiara's friendship broken.
"I am free. I am able to think for myself. I can choose between what is right, and what isn't."
It was comforting to think this, and in a certain way, seeing Diamond Tiara's dead body made her feel better. But then she realized that delighting over somepony's death would probably be the kind of thing Diamond Tiara would do. One of the many heartless impulses that prevented Diamond Tiara from having any other friends other than her.
Besides, she had no time for this. So it was only for a moment that she stood there, staring down at the body.
And then she turned and ran.
THE END