The Lessons of Pinkie Pie

by Silent Wars of Minds

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, Comedy
Length: 708

Recall on the untold adventures of Pinkie Pie as she lives through her life

There are some stories untold that should be told.
At least, that's what Aunt Pinkie says.
Ever since my mom died, my aunt has tooken me in and raised me. She had many adventures with me. Yet none were more fascinating than the elements of harmony.

Now she is dead. Pinkie left a book for me. One with untold stories no one except her and her friends knew about. I might just find a new friend.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-16 01:17:38 UTC

Under the Dust

  Two weeks ago, my aunt died. The Element of Laughter has been passed onto Princess Twilight. She is to use all of the elements when disharmony arises. If you ask me, that's a lot of work. A lot, but I suppose it would be worth it. Aunt Pinkie was known for many things: laughter, parties, cupcakes, parties, sugar drives, and parties. How often were these parties? Often enough if she found a good excuse, which was often. Birthdays, achivments, or just something fun. She held great parties. But the greatest one she ever held was the welcoming for me.

    I was a little filly then. My white mane was roughly braided. Mom never was good with braiding, but I didn't care. It was a month after Mom died after a storm struck. Pinkie says I did take after her in one thing- my pink coat. I was the odd-ball of the family, taking after Pinkie and Mom. Let me get this straight right now. They did not have love.

   I was scared that Pinkie would be a mean pony. My mom wasn't very cheery, I'll tell you that. So I walked slowly, my knees shaking the whole time. I knocked on the door, two knocks that seemed to echo throughout me. "Come in!" Somepony shouted. Carefully, nervous as could be, I opened it up. Right above me was a huge banner with "Welcome Izzabell Pie!" stretched across it. Like a dream, pink, green, and blue balloons of all shapes and sizes danced around on their strings. Smells of bakery fresh cake reached me. Ponies grinned back at me. And the pink. The pink was everywhere! The banners, tablecloth, frosting, and even the confetti was pink! "Welcome to your super duper new home, Sugarcube Corner! You'll love it here Izzabell!" a pink pony exclaimed to me. I was still stricken by the party decorations. I had never seen something so happy. The happiest thing I ever knew back then was clouds. Puffy white ones that hid the sun. But this was a whole new level of joy. I loved it.

"This.... is awesome!" I cheered, finally finding the words. The pink pony grinned.

"Yay! A parties not a party without some smiles!" I grinned the largest grin I ever had.

"I'm Izzabell Pie. What's yours?" The pink pony jumped with merry.

"Your aunt, Pinkie Pie! A pleasure to see you! Now come have some fun!" I loved the party. I enjoyed trying new happy things. It was truly the best party ever.

  Yet Pinkie's time had to come. I wished it didn't have to come. Tears was what I wore to the funeral. She had helped me in so many ways. Even help me find my cutie mark, a paintbrush for my art skill. I had painted a picture of her for the funeral. They had asked it to be of her around roses. But I knew she wouldn't want that. Instead, she was wearing a big smile with a piece of cake and balloons in the backround. It was exactly what she was like. Happy and cheerful. Now she was gone. She left behind one thing though.

    I was at the hospital. I stood next to Pinkie. Tears were flowing uncontrollably from me. The doctors told me her time had come. Just last year, Fluttershy had passed away. A few months ago, Rainbowdash and Applejack departed. Now it was Pinkie's time. She looked at me, her old eyes barely opened. She smiled the best she could.

"Don't....you.....worry.....Izzy. I'll.....be....fine," Pinkie gasped. I smiled tearfully.

"One......thing......for......you," Pinkie continued weakly," A.....gift. Sugarcube.....Corner.....in......small room......under.....bed. Gift.....for you." Pinkie smiled at this. She rested back, done with her sentence. Pinkie sighed heavily. All other goodbyes had been made. Sad ones. Slowly, Pinkie Pie closed her eyes.

"My Izzabell....." Pinkie whispered, her final words. That was when she left.

        What I found under the bed was a dusty small chest. Pinkie was scribbled in cursive on it. But on a paper taped to it, Pinkie's familiar bouncy handwritting wrote "To Izzy". Inside was a book packed tight with papers. On the front was more dust, but once I blew it away, I found a title.

"The Lessons of Pinkie Pie."