It was a lovely morning in Ponyville. The birds were singing, the sun was shining and it was generally looking like it was going to be a nice day.
Twilight Sparkle was walking with Rarity through the Ponyville market when Fluttershy arrived in town. Twilight Sparkle knew this because Fluttershy was riding a giant scorpion.
“Fluttershy,” called Twilight, “why are you on a giant scorpion? Don’t you know how dangerous they can be?”
“Oh, he’s just the biggest sweetie! He’s not dangerous at all!” enthused Fluttershy, lying flat on the scorpion’s back and attempting to give it a hug. The giant scorpion made deep and imposing scorpion noises, and one of its claws took out a stand selling cherries.
“Why is it that Fluttershy is scared of leaving her house but she has no problem riding a giant scorpion?” asked Twilight Sparkle, while Fluttershy continued to coo over the giant scorpion. Rarity didn’t answer, because she’d already fainted.
Twilight Sparkle sighed. And it had looked like it was going to be such a peaceful day, too. Now she had to try to convince Fluttershy that Ponyville town square was not the appropriate place for her to leave a giant scorpion. This would not end well.
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It was a beautiful morning in Ponyville, and Twilight Sparkle was talking with Applejack in the market area of Ponyville, having already bought a bushel of apples from her friend.
It was in the middle of Applejack making a casual joke about Twilight’s book obsession that Twilight noticed the first spider staring up at her from Applejack’s stand.
Then Fluttershy arrived on a living wave of spiders, and Twilight slapped a hoof across her forehead.
“Fluttershy, ponies usually don’t like finding a spider, let alone seeing that many of them,” said Twilight, as the spiders deposited her right beside Twilight and Applejack.
“But they’re just so adorable!” said Fluttershy. One of the spiders nuzzled her, and made spider noises.
“Sugarcube,” said Applejack, “you gotta tell the spiders to go back to where you found ‘em, or this ain’t gonna end well for anypony.”
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“And so I said to him, ‘Soufflés are pure evil, because you never know if they’re going to stay up long enough. Kind of like stallions,’” said Pinkie Pie, as she floated beside Twilight Sparkle. The pink pony was kept a few inches off the ground by a small number of balloons. “He went all red after that, and then he didn’t speak to me again.”
“Pinkie! That’s not exactly the sort of thing you should probably say in public!” cried Twilight Sparkle. It was another brilliant morning in Ponyville, and Twilight Sparkle was heading through Ponyville after a rare breakfast at Sugarcube Corner with Pinkie Pie. Overhead, the weather patrol was clearing the clouds.
All of a sudden, Pinkie twitched and spasmed.
“OoOh! Pinkie sense!”
“What does this one mean?” asked Twilight.
“I have no idea!” said Pinkie, but as Twilight opened her mouth to reply, Pinkie continued, “but I think it means you should probably give me a push that way and then run.”
Twilight looked in the direction that Pinkie had pointed, and heard only a constant hiss. Then she realised what the hissing was, and shoved Pinkie towards it, and took off in the other direction.
“Hi Fluttershy!” said Pinkie Pie, once she got close enough to the pegasus, “you should probably take your snakes around the outside of Ponyville. One of them might get stepped on or something, and nopony wants that. It could end badly.”
“But they’re just sweet little things!” protested Fluttershy, as an anaconda that weighed more than she did wrapped around her in a playful nuzzle.
****Time****
Twilight Sparkle woke up in her new castle, and glanced out the window.
It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. Certainly, the morning was almost shimmering. It was the kind of morning that almost invited musical numbers.
Twilight Sparkle grumbled something about correlation and causation, and went back to bed.
Beautiful mornings in Ponyville never ended well for her.