I go back to where both my wooden piece, and my fabric are. Carefully, I flip the wooden piece to the backside, where I would be stitching. I stabbed four holes, two on each side of the back with the sharp stick.

I aligned the fabric with the back, trying to see how to stitch the fabric to the wooden piece, but the fabric spread like magic. The fabric covered the whole wooden piece without stitching.

I tried to pry the fabric off to see how strong it was, but it wouldn't budge. It even seemed as if the wooden piece had stuffing inside of it, I felt where you would usually sit on the wooden piece, and it did! It had fluffiness to the back.

I then flipped back the wooden piece over, right side up. 

"Time for details, and creativity! Yay!" I whisper shout my victory quietly. I then realized something.. I had nothing to draw or even mark the wooden piece with to make it detailed.

The other fillies laughed, and cheered. My things were there, burning, shredding up into tiny, little, pieces. My beloved things, the only things that really kept me company, besides my sister. I had done nothing to the ponies, I was clueless to why they would do such a thing. My favorite book... "The Prophecy Of The Wolf Mare." Sat there burning to ashes. This fire was filled with hatred, and that is why it kept burning on. My bow that my sister gave me, also sat there burning away. I sat there, not a word to be spoken about, I was just staring. I have never even met these fillies, so how could they possibly want anything to do with me? I wondered. The fillies laughter quieted, questions stirred. "Why isn't she reacting or anything?" One filly asked, another responded. "Spsh. Just leave her, she is nothing but a loser, she deserved what she got and she probably will cry when we leave." They said. All of the fillies left and walked away.

They were wrong though. I never did cry, just speechless, clueless, but I knew that this wouldn't be the first time I would have to experience this. I walked away from the ashes quietly, my head hung low. I thought my things were gone forever.. But little did I know, they were still there. Stronger than ever, those objects were, but they had enough love in them to stay strong through the hate.