Outside, clinging to the tower just below the window, Clover the Clever watched the two ponies wrestle. In her heart, Clover was cheering loudly for Uncle Swirly, it was about time the purple one was put in her place. Clover's face spread in a vicious grin as Uncle Swirly ended up on top, pinning the purple pony beneath him. A moment passed, Clover furrowed her brow, why wasn't he punching her in the face?