Daily Antics [open]

[Pinny]

"Last one to the finish is a trampled caaaaake!"

Less of a blur and more a joyful amalgamation of pastel colours, the group of youngsters hurtled their way across Sugarcube Corner, jostling each other for the leading place. One in particular seemed to be thriving on the competitive side, a sly grin forming on her maw before bashing into the pony beside her. Her apparent rival mirrored the grin, each slipping into so-called 'dirty tactics' to try and outdo the other; third place was a decent position to fight for.

Of course, the youngsters could not do all that much damage to each other, skidding past the imaginary finish line with nought but a few scrapes and dirt marks. The fuchsia-maned filly in particular burst into a fit of laughter, extending a hoof to prod her friend in the side.

"I'm still faster than you!" Jested the young mare, ignoring the fact that, overall, she had lost the race. Still better than coming last, though. Tail flicking excitedly, she bounded around the group as they waited for the last few to finish, some of the stragglers out of breath. Staving off boredom could wear you out sometimes. Maybe they could have used a little pick-me-up; pausing, the filly slid a hoof under her hat to check the bits she carried. Not much admittedly, but probably enough for their little group. "Who wants ice cream?"