Cuttershy looked down at Sharp Edge "Oh.... Oh not again...!" Cuttershy said. This was the 5th time this ماہ Sharp Edge had copied his mother, as Cuttershies as her name implies, Cutting. He didnt know any better, and it was the only thing Fluttershy, now Cuttershy, did. "Sorry mommy..." Sharp Edge said, his voice was opressed, sad, and quiet. He had the same color eyes as Fluttershy, and the same color as her, but his mane was colored a dark, faded pink, with streaks of black. Edge looked up at Cuttershy. "Why dont you... uhh.... go play with your friends?" Cuttershy asked him with curiosity....