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// L44.2 
// Story: A little loopy. 
// by FaelaArts 
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Sweetie knocked on the door, and waited. As Ditzy answered, she glanced inside and saw Dinky eating, a good sign. Smiling pleasantly, Sweetie quickly bowed her head. Ditzy tilted hers, but said nothing.

“Hi, my name’s Sweetie Belle. I’m-uh-I heard about your money problems, and wanted to make sure my classmate Dinky was getting enough food. Cause I-uh- could probably let you come over for dinner. Rarity said it’s ok.” Sweetie lied about that last bit, but she had no doubts Rarity would agree. Ditzy smiled warmly, touched by the filly’s concern. Pulling out the very same flier Sweetie normally used, she pointed to it with a hoof.

“That’s very kind of you, but a gust of wind blew this onto my face on Monday. I’m not sure how, but apparently I’m perfect for the job. They keep telling me to hammer in a piece of board into a condemned house, and praise me when it falls over. Confusing, but good money. And stable too.” Ditzy giggled, putting the flier down.

“Oh…” Sweetie’s blood turned ice cold for a moment, before she shook her head rapidly, and beamed a smile, jumping around as she giggled.

“That sounds like a silly job, telling you to do one thing and watching you do the other.” Sweetie stopped bouncing, and gave a giggle.

“Either way, I’m glad Dinky’s ok. I better get going now, you’re obviously eating.” Sweetie waved goodbye, and frowned as Ditzy shook her head.

“Nonsense, come and join us. I’d love to hear about how you know my daughter.” Ditzy slowly nudged Sweetie into the house, and Sweetie didn’t have the heart to resist. Taking a seat at the table, Sweetie silently cursed her bad luck.

‘Great, now I have to pretend to be a happy foal instead of thinking about the elephant just shoved into my room.' Discarding her irritation, Sweetie smiled warmly at the two, and waited for them to begin the conversation.

“I’m sorry, but you said you know me?” Dinky tilted her head, frowning as Sweetie blinked. Putting a hoof to her chin, she pretended to consider it.

“Well, I wouldn’t say know. I see you in class occasionally, but we’ve never talked. I just overheard some grownups talking about how Ditzy wasn’t doing well and I wanted to make sure you were ok.” Sweetie let her concern show, and Dinky blinked, touched.

“Well thank you for being concerned for us,” spoke Ditzy, giving a motherly smile as she brought Dinky into a hug with her wing. Dinky whined, and Ditzy chuckled as she let her daughter go.

Sweetie exchanged small talk with them while they ate, and wondered how long she had before Rarity woke. To her surprise, and gratitude, Rarity knocked on the door at that moment.

“Hello, I’ve come to pick up Sweetie-Ah there you are.” Rarity’s face was full of concern and evident relief. Sweetie walked over and gave her sister a hug.

“Sorry for worrying you sis. See ya Dinky, goodbye Miss Doo.” Sweetie waved goodbye like the good little filly she was, and followed her sister home.

“I’m proud of you,” commented Rarity, noticing her sister’s sudden confusion. Bringing Sweetie into a hug, she smiled.

“You showed concern for your filly friend, despite the fact she was only a classmate. That kindness is one of the most important traits you could ever have. Of course Generosity is one of those.” Rarity chuckled, and brought Sweetie around so they could see eye-to-eye.

“You are growing up so fast.” Rarity began to tear up, and Sweetie brought her sister into a hug.

“There there,” she spoke, letting emotion creep into her voice.

‘Alright, so somepony must have sent that ‘gust of wind’ for Ditzy. Likely the same person who got me out of the death spiral. I have no idea who it could be. Either they’re somepony I don’t know, or a very good actor.’ Sweetie mentally sighed as she followed her sister home.

‘This is too much for me. Solutions where there are none. I just don’t know what else I can do! I guess the only thing I can do is have a little fun. Maybe play a few pranks. Hrm...Speaking of pranks…’ Sweetie smiled, and began designing the pranks for her next loop the moment she entered her room.

‘I’m thinking, catapult, tar, and chicken feathers. That should entice Pinkie Pie. Now as for Dash, maybe a weight to make her fly slower. No, that wouldn’t work. Hrm. Maybe a bucket of water. Yeah, she should be able to get the idea from that.’ Sweetie nodded to herself, writing down her notes.

‘Cheese, yes that is a great idea. And some frosting. Party Balloons? No, too Pinkie Pie. How about… argh I dunno! So many to chose from.’ Sweetie growled, grabbing her head and falling off her chair. Laying on the floor, she bemoaned the amount of choices she had.