>The day drags on. 
>You go out to feed the rest of the animals first before getting to Angel.
>You almost get into it with him over his lunch.
>After trying to give him the same feed as the rest of the other animals, he tries to kick the bowl out of your hands.
>You manage lift it out of reach before he does.
>How does Fluttershy even put up with him? 
>A better question would be, 'Why?'. 
>Angel tries to steal some carrots out of the cupboard before you snatch them away from him.
>A small scuffle ensues.
>Thankfully, you come out on top and get the carrots away from him.
>You place the bowl of animal feed in front of him again.
>Staring at him with a straight face, and you tell him point blank that he isn't getting anything else.
>He eventually backs down, but gives you the death stare as he slowly munches on his food.
>That rabbit hates you with a passion. 
>The feeling is mutual.

>It's been about four hours since Fluttershy and Rarity left for the spa. 
>Your chores were pretty much done for now.
>Now is time to resort the one pasttime you enjoy the most. 
>You grab your guitar case and head out back.
>Not much later, Fluttershy and Rarity walk through the front door of the house. 
>They call out your name but don't hear a response. 
>Worried that you may have run off somewhere and got lost or that somehing bad happened, they begin a search through the house.
>The soft tune of a guitar catches their ears.
>Not too far away, Rarity finally spots you lying in the shade of a willow tree. 
>You are facing the pond the tree is growing by.
>Fluttershy breathes a sigh of relief, but then takes notice of the instrument in your hands.
>She hushes Rarity and they quietly walk up to the opposite side of the tree from you. 
>They sit themselves down and listen to you play.
>You are not singing. 
>Just softly plucking the strings in a soothing and relaxing tune.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4IJVJgQDxk

>As you finish, you just rest the guitar across your chest. 
>You lean your head back against the tree. 
>Closing your eyes, you let out a deep, drawn-out sigh. 
>Fully relaxed, you can just fall asleep like this.
>And then you hear a soft whisper.
>"I told you."
>Your snap your eyes open. 
>Rolling onto your side and then onto your back, you peer behind the tree.  
>You see those the ladies lying on the grass, their heads resting on their crossed forelegs.
>Wow, your situational awareness sucks.
"Told her what?" you blurt out.
>This catches them by surprise as they both jump up and turn their heads to look at you. 
>They laugh at the silly position you are in. 
>You in turn laugh at their shocked expressions.
"You are a very sneaky pony, you know that?" directing the question at Fluttershy with a grin.
>The mares smile, giggle, and walk around opposite sides of the tree. 
>You pick yourself up to allow them to sit next to you.
>Fluttershy to your right, Rarity on your left. 

>"My, my Anonymous!  You are a very talented musician!" complimented Rarity.
>Well now that's definitely trying too hard on her part.
"Thank you.  And please, Miss Rarity, just call me Anon."
>"In that case, please just call me Rarity."
"Very well."
>You shake her hoof in agreement.
>"What was that beautiful tune you were playing just now, Anon?" Rarity asks.
"Nothing," you reply with  shrug.  "It was just random.  I enjoy just fiddling with the strings until something comes along."
>"Well I know of a certain pony who would absolutely love to hear you play." Rarity says. "She is also a big cello player; renowned across Equestria."
>You ponder this for a moment.
"May I ask one thing Mi- er, Rarity?"
>"Hm?"
"Can you explain to me exactly what about my playing that's so great?  I would say good, but not great."
>"Why, it's quite obvious darling.  Those dexterous paws of yours are the reason behind your genius."
>You look over at Fluttershy who is nodding her head in agreement.

"Hands," you correct.
>"I'm sorry, what?" asked Rarity.
"Hands.  They are called hands," you explain.  "And these are fingers," you say while wiggling them.  "Same goes for my bottom 'hooves'." 
>You emphasize the air quotes. 
"Except it's feet and toes respectively."
>Anatomy lesson for ponies.
>"Oh, uh...  I'm sorry."
>Rarity is embarassed at her mistake.
"Nothing to be sorry about," you assure.  "I'm not offended in the least."
>Fluttershy already knows this. 
>She has worked with nearly every possible animal and knows of the large variants of front and rear appendages.
>Plus, you had already explained to her what they were called.

>"Anon, what are you wearing?"
>That was unexpected.
"Uh...  Clothes?"
>"Well obviously darling. What I mean is, what ARE you wearing?"
>Is this like phone sex for ponies?
>No, it can't be.
>There was a hint of disgust in her voice on her emphasis of 'are'.
"Just... clothes.  Why what's wrong?"
>"Please excuse me Anon, but those garments are absolutely dreadful."
>You can't help but feel a little hurt. 
>You like these clothes. 
>They weren't in the best shape mind you, but you can wear them with comfort knowing that you aren't dressed like a poser.
>Total fashion neutrality.
"I still don't get it," you reply to Rarity.
>"They are worn out Anon." 
>She said this very flat and to-the-point. 
>Thanks for stating the obvious.
>"And that grey is just boring and dreary."
>That's kind of the point, actually.
"What are you suggesting I do about it?" you ask.
>This conversation had caught Fluttershy's attention and she laid her head in your lap, moving your guitar to make room.
>She listened without a word.
>"You need new clothes darling!" exclaimed Rarity.
"And how would I go about doing that?  I don't even know how to get back home, much less how I got here.  Even if I could, I have no money to purchase clothing."

>That caught Rarity completely off guard.
>Are you some kind of lost dog that her friend had taken in to care for?
>It wouldn't be out of character for Fluttershy to do so, now that she thought about it.
>Rarity stood up; giving a stomp and flicking her mane out of her face. 
>"Why you just so happen to be looking at the most talented fashionista in Equestria!"
>Impressive boasting.
"What's a fashionista?" you ask.
>Rarity's expression and confidence visibly died right there.
>"I make dresses and suits," she states flatly.
"Oh, like a tailor."
>Rarity let out a horrified gasp.
>"Please!  I have too much class to be just a simple... 'tailor'," she said with a shudder.
>Welp, looks like you succeeded in offending her.
>Note to self:  Refer to her in only the highest class of words you can.
>"Visit me in my shop tomorrow," continued Rarity.  "We will get you measured and discuss what to do about your situation."
>And with that, she says goodbye and takes her leave.

>You and Fluttershy watch her trot away.
>"She's a very generous pony, you know," commented Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy picked her head out of your lap and leaned it against your shoulder as she stared across the pond.
"Definitely someone of high class."
>You wonder if Rarity is actual nobility or rich.
>You throw an arm around Fluttershy's back, resting a hand on her shoulder, and watch across the pond with her.
"I am actually a little aprehensive of going to her shop; not gonna lie."
>"If you're embarassed about being exposed, I can go with you to keep you calm," offered Fluttershy.
"No, no.  That's not it at all.  I'm just a little worried about what I assume to be a strange creature walking into a village of ponies.  You don't think that will start a panic?"
>"They're actually quite welcoming of strangers," assures Fluttershy.  "I don't think that will be a problem."
>You nod silently and opt to just spend the moment with your pegasus host.
>Then you get bored.
"How abour another song?" you ask as you pick up your guitar and strum the strings once.