It was grade three, Cat and Pam had only met a year ago, in second grade. Their friendship had grown more stronger, and powerful since the time, and today they had been trotting and talking during recess.
 
Pamela: So.. were you really friends with our second grade teacher? Or did you just make it up? I promise I wont tell anypony!  
Catto: It was kinda both. I mean, everypony wants to be the number one filly in class, right? I know I did.  
Pamela: Remember that time she took away your kitty toy?  
Catto: Yeah! She was so mean. I didn’t like her anymore after that. But I still didn’t wanna be mean, so I still acted like she was cool, but I actually didn’t really think that.  
Pamela: Ughhh…  
Catto: What’s a matter, Pammy?  
Pamela: What about the math our new teacher is gonna give us? I think we might be learning new stuff, and it’s gonna be hard…  
Catto: Like what?  
Pamela: My mom said something like division.  
Catto: I don’t wanna learn anything new!  
Pamela: Me neith-  
Catto: _{Flies up in the air and squeals}  
Pamela: Woah, are you okay, Cat?  
Catto: I’m sorry.. I’m just scared of butterflies… _{Flies down again, rubbing a hoof in embarrassment}  
Pamela: Butterflies? I like butterflies! Why are you scared?  
Catto: I don’t know…  
Pamela: Well butterflies are gentle, they wouldn’t hurt anypony!  
Catto: I know.. I don’t wanna be scared, I just am. _{She frowned.}  
Pamela: Well you don’t have to be! I can teach you how to make a butterfly your friend!  
Catto: How?  
Pamela: By holding them, I can hold one with you, and they can be friends just like us!  
Catto: I think they’d like having a friend right?  
Pamela: _Nods  
Catto: Okay.. _Smiles  
Pamela: _{Sees a butterfly and holds out her hoof, inviting it to fly on.}  
Catto: Do they like you?  
Pamela: They always land on me! Watch! _{Butterfly gently lands on the filly’s hoof} This’ll be yours! _{Pamela reaches over to Catto and touches hooves with her, making a bridge for the butterfly to walk on.}  
Catto: _{Catto was a little nervous, but let it happen.}  
After the butterfly walked onto Catto’s hoof, Pamela got a second one and smiled peacefully.  
Pamela: He likes you!  
Catto: _Smiles Really?