She sighed heavily. "No....I suppose not," Rarity replied as she looked up at the roof of the porch where the swung hung on its hooks and she had hung baskets of flowers around the openings above the rails.
"I just...I'm not ready! She's just gotten here! We barely know her. A year isn't enough! I want all eighteen! Waaah, she's going to be eighteen! Aaaah...I'm not ready!"