A butterfly was gently flapping its wings against the morning's soft breeze and towards the bedroom window of a lonely colt in a large manor house. Pewter looked at the familiar little butterfly that had made its way back to his windowsill "I thought I told you to find a friend."
The butterfly flew a ring around Pewter's head and then came to a halt on the colt's nose. Pewter went cross eyed staring at the butterfly which, then quite promptly flew off of Pewter's nose and to the street below. Pewter looked down from his window to keep his eyes on the rather excitable butterfly but, his eyes were immediately pulled away from the butterfly by the sight of a filly with a soft blue coat and silver blue mane. Pewter sighed then whispered "She's beautiful."
The filly below Pewter's window was walking silently, probably to avoid annoying father, Pewter thought. Pewter leaned out of his window desperate to keep the beautiful young pony in his sight.
Pewter's bedroom door creaked open, Pewter tried to turn so he could see who it was but, he slipped and fell from his window. Pewter was so scared that he could not even scream instead, he could only gasp. The ground rushed towards him, suddenly Pewter realised that, something was pulling at his hooves and ankles and legs and soon his whole body, Pewter's body was being pulled up. Aided by whatever was pulling him up, Pewter clambered back into his bedroom through his window and was greeted by an exhausted looking older sister who, had evidently just used a great deal of magic to stop Pewter falling to a serious injury. Petal wheezed "If breakfast upset you that much, you should've just let yourself calm down, not jump out the window!"
"I did not jump out, I slipped!"
"Alright, whatever, just please don't make me do that again, I'm not used to lifting anything as heavy as you."
"I am not fat and I do not weigh that much!"
"Oh, really? When was the last time you lifted yourself up?"
Pewter couldn't think of anything to counter his sister's argument so he just stared at the floor ashamed of how stupid he had been and how lucky he was that his sister could save him.
"You don't have to thank me." Petal gasped, still exhausted from the effort taken to save her brother.
Pewter mumbled a short "Thank you Petal"
"Cheer up, you're alive aren't you?"