 A wicked thought crept, unbidden, into Celestia’s head.  She grinned devilishly.  She simply couldn’t resist the opportunity.  She crawled toward the opposite side of the cushion as stealthily as possible.  She lowered herself to the ground and snaked her head under the cushion.  She soon beheld the sight of a terrified Fluttershy, her own butter yellow hooves wrapped around her head, eyes shut tight.  Celestia held as still as possible for what seemed like ages, waiting for the pegasus to open her eyes.  And soon the one aqua blue eye, which was not obscured by a lock of pink hair, slowly peeked open.