“It happened the other day when I went shopping with Twilight. “I’m glad you asked, Sweetie!” her sister suddenly perked up. “So what are we having for breakfast? I’m starving,” Sweetie moaned. I still can’t believe that orange juice could be burned,” Rarity mumbled. “With all due respect, it would be a good idea if that didn’t happen. “I’m sorry, darling, but the stove has been out of order for the past few days and I haven’t enough money to replace it.” “I thought you were going to make breakfast?” Sweetie asked. “Good morning, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity greeted. The stove was leaking vapors of smoke and the fire extinguisher was nearby. ![]() She slouched as she trudged downstairs into the kitchen where her older sister Rarity was finishing on fixing the stitching on her apron. ![]() Surprisingly, the sun seemed to have a friendly feeling, at least, though that was not enough.Ī whiff of the scent from downstairs finally brought young Sweetie Belle out of bed. The day started off to a good start, at least that is what it assumed to be, or perhaps was looking to tease her by beginning with this sort of atmosphere.
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