Rarity gently lifted the first item, tugging it free from the soggy mass.  At first glance, she couldn’t even imagine what it was meant to be.  A cape, perhaps, but why did it have four separate tails?  And the seams were ragged . . . like they’d been brutally slashed.  She moved it closer, spotting the frayed edges.  A scissors-wielding maniac had been at this.  It served it right.