Elvira looked in the mirror sadly at her small horns, then at the magazine spread under her right hoof. “I can’t wear pretty jewels like that…” And she wanted to look her best for the upcoming party at her friends house. She glanced at Blossom, her beloved Imp. “Maybe I should get some new stickers for them. What do you think?”
The little flower shook itself slightly, the petal swaying gently as it attempt...
