It was a shame that Rarity could not see the dress she was in, because she would have loved it. It was frilly and lacy and just lovely. She would have compared it to some fine costume from Canterlot. Unfortunately, Rarity was in a deep slumber, so deep that she did not stir when America entered her house.

There were no snores, no thrashing movements. Just a peaceful silence throughout the house. The pony was curled up on her elegant purple covers. Her bed was huge and decorated, with a canopy and lilac satin sashes, the kind of bed a princess would sleep in. In fact, her whole room was filled with fancy things, as well as fabric scattered everywhere. She must have been busy before she was put to sleep.