I raced through the clouds above Cloudsdale, swerving left and right, down below, other fillies were in a panic. The school had been trampled, the trees stripped of leaves. And Ace was still missing. Little did anyone know, that little Ace was all the way over near Mare-eeba, only twenty metres away from the cliffs. Waiting for her was a two hundred metre drop to an icy, unforgiving sea, littered with rocks sticking through the water, and just visible were the dorsal fins of twenty or so sharks, slicing through the waves like a knife through butter...
It was only dumb luck that my friend, Pencil Case was flying over that area at the time. It had been two days since she had gone missing, and when she was returned safely the whole town threw a big celebration. Unfortunately, Ace had been in a strong hypnotic state, and after being revived was never the same again. Two weeks later every thing was running smoothly again. That was when we found Soda Pop unconscious and bleeding in the broom closet...
