Mom called me and Pinkie to her, right in the middle of our chores. Pinkie looked as confused as I was, so we hurried together.
Mom looked very angry. I hid behind my mane. Her anger was cold and quiet, and very scary. Sometimes I think it would be better if she just yelled.
"What is the meaning of this?" she seethed, air hissing out between her teeth. A scroll was in her hooves. Pinkie pressed herself into the floor, and all I saw was streaky grey hair. Mom began to read in a sarcastic tone, accenting her words with anger.
"Dear Miss Marble and Pinkie Pie," she began in a sarcastic tone, "I am delighted to receive a letter from two wonderful fillies such as yourselves." She paused to glare at us. I shuddered against Pinkie, who let out a soft whimper. We should've never written to the princess.
"And it goes on. Pray tell, Pinkamena, for what did you write?" she bit out, grinding her teeth on Pinkie's name. "What was so very important that you and your sister wrote to the Princess of Equestria?"
About all we could do was cower against one another. Mom sighed. "Get out of my sight."
We scrambled, our hooves scraping the hard wooden floors in an effort to just get away. Pinkie and I raced at full gallop across the farm to the far side, away from the house and our Mom in the house. Pinkie's mane was starting to droop, her ears flat against her head, and I was much the same, my chest heaving with the effort of our abscond. Pinkie collapsed to the hard dirt, covering her head with her forelegs, trying to muffle her sobs. I hated when she cried. I stumbled to her side, laying down heavily. We laid together for a long time.