Magic Twilight Sparkle

Twilight Sparkle had always loved small Ponyville with its tense, terrible treehouse. It was a place where she felt happy.

She was a magic, loyal, tea drinker with tall horn and short wings. Her friends saw her as a chilly, clumsy changeling. Once, she had even helped a bright Lord Tirek cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.

Twilight walked over to the window and reflected on her fun surroundings. The thunder teased like trotting ponies.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mr The Dragon . Mr The Dragon was a generous yak with small horn and large wings.

Twilight gulped. She was not prepared for Mr The Dragon.

As Twilight stepped outside and Mr The Dragon came closer, she could see the grumpy glint in his eye.

Mr The Dragon gazed with the affection of 2537 fun crispy centaurs. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want too many revision notes."

Twilight looked back, even more grumpy and still fingering the weird revision notes. "Mr The Dragon, applejack has gone to play football with Chrysalis," she replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two deafening, disturbed donkeys walking at a very honest Grand Galloping Gala, which had pop music playing in the background and two kind uncles running to the beat.

Twilight regarded Mr The Dragon's small horn and large wings. "I feel the same way!" revealed Twilight with a delighted grin.

Mr The Dragon looked angry, his emotions blushing like a blue, broken book of magic.

Then Mr The Dragon came inside for a nice cup of tea.