The ponies crowded round Twilight's table to look on with disbelief,
At the offensive scraps of parchment found in between Rainbow's sheets.
"Look at this one," Pinkie laughed, "she's called it A Pony on Earth!
It's about some dork in the 'human world,' have you ever seen anything so absurd?"
Across the board the fanfics bore an evidently common theme:
Every one was, without a doubt, a tragedy to read.
The plots were generic, the characters dull, and locations lifeless and bland.
The grammar was off, the dialogue shaky; had these stories even been planned?
"And this one here," said Rarity, "about this alicorn and her life...
I mean, judging from this it seems amazing that Rainbow even learnt how to write!"
Yes, they laughed and they scorned and they joked about Dash, even Fluttershy took a quick look.
Oh, it was almost too sweet of Rainbow to try her hoof at writing a book!
And Rainbow watched on through the window, and blinked a small tear from her eye.
She flew back home and picked up her quill.
And she began to write.