Home is Where The Pole Is

Shining closed his journal, sitting on top of his rocking chair as his teenage son and daughter lay upon his bed and politely listened. He conjured a glass of water with magic and chugged it down to soothe his dry throat.

“Well kids, that is the story about how I kind of cheated on your mother but didn’t really.” Shining adjusted his reading glasses as he stashed the book away for another night. He turned to shoo his children out, but his tangerine son raised a hoof.

“Yes, Passion Fruit?”

His son cocked his head, his electric blue mane covering his eyes. It was supposed to be an ‘edgy’ look, but made him look like a complete filly. “Uh, dad. That was a nice story and all, but…”

“What is it, son?”

“Okay, okay.” Passion played with a pillow as he spoke. “You sat us down to tell us how mom and you met…”

“Yes, go on…”

“Then why’d it take nine bucking years?!”