Twilight finally gets up from the steps.
"Oh Fluttershy are Ты ok"? asked, Twilight.
Fluttershy is just lying on the ground and she is not breathing.
"Oh Fluttershy this is all my fault"! yells, Twilight.
"And now Ты died"! says, Twilight.
Twilight is now "crying" on the floor.
"I'm the one who should of died"! sobbed, Twilight.
"What's going on? say's Cadence.
"Cadence"!! says, Twilight.
"Sunshine, Sunshine, Ladybugs awake, clap your hooves,and do a little shake". says Twilight and Cadence. "So what's the matter Twilight"? asks, Cadence. "My friend Fluttershy is DEAD!! and it's all my fault!"
To be continued..........
"Oh Fluttershy are Ты ok"? asked, Twilight.
Fluttershy is just lying on the ground and she is not breathing.
"Oh Fluttershy this is all my fault"! yells, Twilight.
"And now Ты died"! says, Twilight.
Twilight is now "crying" on the floor.
"I'm the one who should of died"! sobbed, Twilight.
"What's going on? say's Cadence.
"Cadence"!! says, Twilight.
"Sunshine, Sunshine, Ladybugs awake, clap your hooves,and do a little shake". says Twilight and Cadence. "So what's the matter Twilight"? asks, Cadence. "My friend Fluttershy is DEAD!! and it's all my fault!"
To be continued..........
Derpy: I really messed up on those invitations! I feel just awful!
Master Sword: Why'd Ты bring me to Cake N' бекон, бэкон for our third date, I HATE this place!
Derpy: I told Cranky I could get 'em printed for cheap, but that meant hiring somebody with no experience using a printing press... Oh, I wish there was a way I could go back in time and fix all this.
Sword: To prove my hatred of this place, I'm gonna leave a lousy tip...under fifteen percent!... And then I'll send my meal back, even though it's EXACTLY what I ordered!
Derpy: Is it possible were having two different conversations?
Sword: How should I know, I'm not listening to you!
Master Sword: Why'd Ты bring me to Cake N' бекон, бэкон for our third date, I HATE this place!
Derpy: I told Cranky I could get 'em printed for cheap, but that meant hiring somebody with no experience using a printing press... Oh, I wish there was a way I could go back in time and fix all this.
Sword: To prove my hatred of this place, I'm gonna leave a lousy tip...under fifteen percent!... And then I'll send my meal back, even though it's EXACTLY what I ordered!
Derpy: Is it possible were having two different conversations?
Sword: How should I know, I'm not listening to you!