Umm… okay, fine… here’s the story. I’m only going to tell it once.
I was with Rarity, and ummm, I guess I was trying to help her with her designs, so she told me “Perhaps, darling, you could get a cutie mark for sticking your horn into the dirt! Because you certainly will not get one for helping me with this!”
So I thought that it was a pretty neat idea, and I thanked her and went outside. I got stuck for a few hours… and it became nighttime, so Rarity came out calling my name, then she found me crying upside down in the dirt…
She didn’t want to get her hooves dirty, and she was very scared, sooo… she called the Ponyville Fire Department, but they couldn’t pull me out. They had to call in for backup, and then they spent a while digging around me until I could finally get out.
That was the first night Rarity let me have Ice Cream before dinner.
Celles, I remember when somepony had to call the Fire Department for me.
I think that happens at least once to everypony, or at least somepony you knew.
Well… that makes me feel a little better. What was it that happened to you?
When I was a filly in Canterlot, I saw some other kids poking their heads through a railing on a bridge and shouting about something happening on the street down below. I stuck my head through one of the holes to see for myself, but either the holes for them were a little bigger than the one I used, or my head was just bigger.
I had to endure listening to a metal cutter tear through the bar above my head on and off for two hours while my head down to my dock was covered by a thick plastic mat that stopped me from seeing anything. In total I was stick for five hours. I’ve never been more hysteric in my life.