Sweetie Belle Can't Find Her Socks.

by Super Trampoline


Fluttershy's Fishbowl

Fluttershy walked back inside her cottage after burying a gila monster, only to find Sweetie Belle staring forlornly into a fishbowl on her desk.

"Ummmm, Sweetie, why are you in my house and why are you looking at that fish so sadly?" The fish in question was "Gil", a tropical specimen Fluttershy was currently rehabilitating after it had come down with Smucas. She would have to let it go next week. But right now she was more perplexed by the filly in her house.

"Sweetie Belle? Hello?"

"Oh, hi, Fluttershy! Don't mind me, I'm just looking for my socks!" she chirped.

"Um, well, why would your socks be in my fishbowl? I, uh, think you're scaring Gil."

"Why wouldn't they be there?" Sweetie replied.

Fluttershy grimaced. This was not what she needed right after an emotional funeral. "I can assure you your socks aren't there. Even if they were, I don't think you'd want them after a few days. Sweetie Belle?"

"Yes, Fluttershy?"

It was time to practice assertive behavior. "Please go away."

The filly came to the conclusion that maybe this was a bad time. "Yeah, okay," she mumbled, and slunk off.


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