I remember the day I met her, as if it had happened yesterday.
My toy line had been a complete failure. The fillies didn't want a Smarty Pants doll; they wanted brightly colored princesses with manes you could brush and lots of accessories. We watched in envy as the other toys got sold, and dreamed of the adventures they could go on, adventures that we would never experience. We all knew it was a matter of time before we would all be simply thrown out.
"Mommy! Mommy! Can I have one?" The voice of a young filly begged. I peeked over the other toys to see what she wanted. A very young purple unicorn sat on the floor, cradling another Miss Smarty Pants doll. Even though I knew that we were all just as likely to get picked up as any other toy, I still seethed with jealousy all the same.
"Not now Twilight." The mother answered gently, using her magic to put the doll back on the shelf. The little filly pouted, but didn't put up anymore of a fight, letting her mother