Lesson Zero, part 7
The sun is getting low in the sky over Ponyville. No one, not even Princess Celestia herself, is more aware of this than Twilight Sparkle.
"Clock is ticking, Twilight. ClOcK. iS. tIcKiNg."
She paces back and forth in front of the window. "Keep it together," she mutters to herself over and over and over again. She can do this. She has to do this. The alternative is too horrible to contemplate.
But how? Rarity doesn't need help, Apple Jack doesn't need help, none of her friends need help...
Unless...
"If I can't find a friendship problem," she says to herself, "I'll mAkE a friendship problem!"
She rubs her forehooves together in glee as she opens up her old toybox. She knows just the perfect tool for this job...
"Clock is ticking, Twilight. ClOcK. iS. tIcKiNg."
She paces back and forth in front of the window. "Keep it together," she mutters to herself over and over and over again. She can do this. She has to do this. The alternative is too horrible to contemplate.
But how? Rarity doesn't need help, Apple Jack doesn't need help, none of her friends need help...
Unless...
"If I can't find a friendship problem," she says to herself, "I'll mAkE a friendship problem!"
She rubs her forehooves together in glee as she opens up her old toybox. She knows just the perfect tool for this job...