How I Got My Cutie Mark

Luna's horn glowed as she summoned one of my notebooks from my room. She flipped through the pages, scanning it thoroughly. She stopped on one page and turned it so I could see.

"Will you read this poem for me?"

I nodded and looked down at the page, took a breath, and began:

To float across the sky,

So big and white and proud,

To blow along, with the wind,

I wish I were a cloud,

No one to tell you that you can't,

No one to say you're wrong,

No one around to say that you're,

Too tall, too fat, too long.

And if I feel too heavy,

My cloud-self dark with power,

I'd just let go, let droplets fall,

And make a formidable shower.

Clouds don't worry what ponies think,

They don't care what they say,

Because no matter what happens,

They do things their own way.

I looked up at Princess Luna and waited for her to respond.

She smiled. "CloudShine?"

"Yes, Princess?"

"How shall I put this... you're no longer a... what do the fillies say? Blank Flank?"

I looked down at my flank, and my eyes widened with excitement. There, so beautiful against my light purple coat, was my cutie mark: a pencil. It may not have been anything fancy, but it was mine, and nopony else's.

I smiled widely. "I got my cutie mark!" I yelled. "I got my- wait." I looked up at Luna. "If my special talent is writing, then why didn't I got my cutie mark before now?"

"I believe it's because writing is meant to be shared." She said. "You're special talent is not only writing stories, but also sharing them. Do you understand?"

"I think so." I said. "And... there's something I need to do."