I've never been a very graceful pony. Well, actually, I'm the ditziest, clumsiest stupid pony you'll meet.
And I've always known it.
And I've also always know, everything I touch breaks. I was always so careful, then... BANG! Broken... I Everyone called me stupid for it. That hurt me. I'm not stupid! You call me stupid for my accident prone, rather nonsensical ways? It was just wrong! My persona and eye placement have nothing to do with it!
But one day at recess, some of the fillies were playing with a soapy thing I couldn't quite identify. I asked them what it was, and told me they were called bubbles.
I watched them for a moment. It seemed a majority of the bubble would pop. I was curious, so I asked them if I could try. They told me not to break it, and I agreed. I dipped the stick inside of the soap eagerly, and with one big blow...
Everyone gasped. I wasn't sure why. I turned to see something amazing... The bubble was in the shape of a muffin! I was shocked. Utterly shocked. My favorite food coming out of these bubbles?
I wanted to try this again. I looked to the fillies I had borrowed the bubbles from and gave a questioning look to signal my wish. They nodded, and I did so again. I looked to see that this time it was in the shape of a filly! A filly!
I was amazed! I smiled. And I never wanted to stop. Everyone broke these bubbles... I didn't! I actually made them better!
Then a colt gasped, looking at my flank. I asked why, then I turned to see bubbles on my flank... My cutie mark! This is my gift! My talent! I could've exploded with joy!
I'ma go eat out of Carrot Top's fridge now. Kay, thanks, bye.