Dinner by Treblemaker
Once upon a time, there was a door. This door had lived a full life, and had seen many interesting things and ponies through it. Carved from oak, and finished with a red mahogany resin this door was once considered beautiful when it was first made. That was a long time ago, and now it’s lackluster shine, and slightly creaking hinges told a story of it’s own. Nothing in the door’s life had prepared it for this.
A swift buck, it’s hinges squealed in protest, and the poor door flew open. In charged a grey earth pony, practically dancing at high velocity. With a sing song voice she sang out to no one in particular, “She does! She does! She wants to go to dinner!” Another impromptu dance led her further into the house. “Scratchie is going on a date with me! Oh, wait, are nicknames weird before the first date? Buck it, I don’t care. I’m going on a date with Scratchie! We’re going to a formal resteraunt, and she’s going to wear makeup and I’m going to wear.... Wait, what am I going to wear!”
Having collected itself after such an entrance, the door felt itself slam open again, with the pony charging at nearly sonic rainboom speeds, yelling down the street, “RARITY!!!!!”