The moon was almost up. Chipper looked around nervously. Her instincts were right. She caught sight of a curled pink and purple tail. Panicing, Chipper turned the other direction and bolted down the street. One thought was going through her head: Meanie Belle, Meanie Belle, Meanie Belle...
Looking back to make sure, she spotted another pink pony. Oh, great. Pinkamena. Chipper had managed to not become a cupcake, but she still tried to avoid anypony. Fueled by fear, she flung herself into the safe confines of the Everfree.