The room was crowded with talkative fillies and colts as Ms. Cheerilee sat down at her desk. She looked up to see that the Cutie Mark Crusaders were enjoying themselves all too much with planning their next trouble making/cutie mark finding adventure. Over in the other corner, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were chatting away about shopping most likely, while Snips and Snails were in the middle row cracking jokes with Twist.
Suddenly the dismissal bell rang, and the all too energetic ponies sprang to the door. Cheerilee spoke up before any of them left, “Okay class, before you leave, I need you to turn in your report of who you think is the best pony ever in history!”
A flurry of papers hit her desk as her students nearly trampled each other to get out of the classroom. The papers piled up into a stack that towered over the desk. She smiled and shook her head, wondering where they ever got the energy. She started to try to organize the papers when a little, grayish-purple filly sat her report onto the teacher’s desk, away from the rest.
“Here you go, Ms. Cheerilee!”
Ms. Cheerilee put the paper on top of the others.“Why thank you, Dinky. You better hurry along now, I bet your Mother is waiting on you.”
Dinky smiled wide. “Okay! Bye, Ms. Cheerilee!”
“Bye, sweety!” Ms. Cheerilee watched as the little filly bounced out of the door before returning to organizing the papers.
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Ms. Cheerilee placed another paper into the growing pile beside her and looked up; the clock read 4:15 P.M. The fuchsia mare rubbed her head and looked at the papers she had left. “Only a few more papers, Cheerilee,” she mumbled to herself, wondering why she ever assigned so much work when she had to read it over once they finished. She grabbed another paper and looked at it, scanning over the words slowly. It was Dinky's report.
My Mommy
By Dinky Doo
I have the best Mommy ever and she's the best pony ever! My Mommy’s name is Ditzy Doo but most ponies call her Derpy for some reason. She really likes muffins and sometimes I get to bake them with her, even though most of them don’t come out so good. We can’t bake muffins too often because Mommy says the stuff that makes them is expensive but that’s okay, because when we do get to make them it makes baking with her even more special. Mommy sometimes says funny stuff to ponies, it always makes me giggle even if she is serious. She said one time that she was going to throw muffins at me if I didn’t clean my room, I did, but I still thought it was funny. My Mommy works for the Ponyville Post Office. She used to deliver packages but now she just delivers the mail. The Post Office is a really long walk from our house so she has to leave really early so I usually get ready for school by myself, but that’s okay because she always leaves me breakfast, I love when she leaves me an orange because those are my favorite. My Mommy can’t see very good but the post mare lady said that’s okay and hired her anyway. I guess that’s why Mommy doesn’t fly a lot because of her sight but she’s really good at sewing. For Hearths Warming Eve last year she made me my own mail carrying bag and inside there was an orange and a peppermint! I was so excited. I carry that bag everywhere I go now, it makes Mommy smile to see me with it all the time. My Mommy smiles a lot too. All the time I see her smiling even though sometimes I know she doesn’t mean it. I never tell her that though because I’m afraid it would make her sad if she knew I knew about her fake smiles. It’s probably because of the mean ponies that call her names and laugh. But Mommy usually ignores them, but sometimes I hear her crying when she thinks I’m sleeping and I wonder if she’s always crying on the inside. But then I know she’s not always crying because when she smiles at me she means it and when we do stuff together its the funnest stuff in the world, like playing in the park, drawing, and blowing bubbles. One time I was coming home and I saw our mailbox was broken, Mommy said it was an accident, but I still think it was some mean pony again, but that’s okay because maybe they just didn’t know better, like when my Mommy sometimes breaks things too. But even though she breaks things my Mommy is still the best pony ever! She’s even the bravest pony ever! She sticks up for me all the time even to the really mean ponies. She’s even super nice and smart! She lets me work at Ms. Roma’s tomato stand sometimes and sometimes when she’s not paying the bills she helps me with my homework. But what makes my Mommy the best Mommy in the world is because she’s my Mommy and nobody else is special like her.
Ms. Cheerilee put the paper down and wiped away a few stray tears from her eyes. She sat the paper on top of the others. That little filly really does love her Mother... Bits of memories crossed her mind of her own Mom when she was just a filly. A picnic lunch here, a trip to Neigh York there. They used to do everything together; After she discovered her cutie mark her Mom always took her to teaching conventions. But even before then, when she was a filly, they were attached at the hip, either writing poetry together or drawing. How long had it been since I told my Mother I loved her and how much she meant to me as I was growing up, and even now how much she means to me? She thought about this for a moment.Then the mare opened her desk draw and brought out a blank piece of paper. She grabbed a pencil.
Dear Mom....
Author's Note
This was really a one shot story for Mother's day. I want to continue writing one shot stories of Dinky and Derpy's relationship, but more as a random thing then an actual series. So when I have some free time or I just feel like it, I'll write about Dinky and her fantastic Mother Derpy!
Thanks for reading!!!!
