"Heya gang!" she cries. It's all she manages before being enveloped in a furry swarm. You avert your tiny eyes and hold your paws to your ears, trying to blot out the sound. You slowly count to ten, take some deep breaths, and look back down. Fluttershy is in the centre of the room, and-oh, she's using the Stare. Every animal there-from the wolves to the raccoons and everything else currently helping themselves to some fresh meat-stand like statues, helpless under her gaze. 