Wittle Woona and Cewestia's Day Off
Wittle Woona and Cewestia's Day Off
By superpony55
Dear Diary,
This is Woona! Guess what? Cewestia is coming today! Mommy and Daddy have been ~~pwe~~ I mean, preparing (I had to use a ~~dig~~ dictionary to figure out those words) for her visit. They even made cupcakes! I would wuuuuuuuuv some cupcakes, but Mommy said I'm not ~~awwowed~~ allowed to touch them until Tia arrives. I really, really want to! Maybe I will...
Okay Diary, I'm back. Woona again, of course. Mommy caught me, and shoo~~d~~ed me off into my room. I hope I'm not in ~~twuble~~ trouble! I am really, really, crying right now, because I really, really, don't like when she's mad at me! That's worse than being in trouble! If only Cewestia was here, she'd ~~no~~ (Oops, wrong kind of no!) know what to do.
Okay, maybe not.
She'd be all like "Woona, behave!" or "You shouldn't take what you're not supposed to!" or something like that.
But she's supposed to be here, and I miss her.
Why isn't she?
Where is she?
Doesn't she wuv us?
Diary, she said she'd come today! She said she'd be there last month! And the last month before the last month, and the last month before the last month before the last month! Three months! And she... she hasn't shown up. At all. Diary, what if she doesn't wuv us?
Hold on, gotta go, Mommy's calling.
Okay, she wasn't calling, Diary, she was crying. Cewestia should have been here ~~thwe~~ three hours ago. But she wasn't.
But GUESS WHAT! SHE'S HERE NOW! SHE'S HERE, SHE'S HERE, SHE'S HERE, SHE'S HERE! She's here.
Oh boy, Mommy and Daddy are going to be mad.
Of course they were mad! And of course Tia has changed in the past three months. I miss the old Cewestia. But she seems to be gone. This is what happened:
Ding dong I peeked through the peephole. But I couldn't reach it. I flared my wings and tried to fly. Okay, that didn't work. I ~~servay~~ surveyed the room. I then trotted over to the ~~otomen~~ ottoman. I pushed it towards the door, and tried to climb on. I put one hoof on, and then the other front hoof. Ding Dong I quickly placed a third hoof on, and...
"Oof!" I fell off. "Mommy!" I screamed.
Mommy sighed and came to look at my hoof. I sniffled. "I think it's broken," I whimpered.
"It's not broken," Mommy comforted. Ding Ding "WHO IS IT?"
"Oops," I giggled. "I forgot I could do that!" Mommy sighed again.
"It's Celestia. May I please come in?"
"Cewestia!" I cried, forgetting my hurt hoof. I jumped up and ran to the door. I tried to flutter up to reach the door. "Cewestiacewestiacewestiacewestiacewestiacewe-" Mommy placed a hoof over my mouth.
"Cewestia?" Mommy cried. "Is it really you?"
"Yes. It's my house, too, you know. Let me in!" Cewestia called.
"Yes, yes, of course. Honey, Cewestia's here!" Mommy called to Daddy.
"Cewestia?" Daddy poked his head through the doorway. He walked over to the front door and opened it.
"Finally!" Cewestia huffed. "At least somepony here has some ~~mane~~ manners!"
"I tried," I muttered.
Mommy walked over to Cewestia. "It's... it's good to see you."
Cewestia sighed. "What, did you think that I wasn't coming, or something?"
Daddy placed a hoof around Mommy. "Yes. That's exactly what we thought."
"Aren't you going to give me some credit?" Cewestia cried. She pushed her mane out of her face. I felt that she'd changed. Why, Diary, why would Tia change in just three months?
"We do, honey," Mommy told her.
"Hmmph," Tia huffed.
"Woona, why don't you go play?" Mommy suggested. I took that as a we-need-to-talk-to-Tia-alone moment.
"Okay," I replied. I walked into the play room and started playing with my blocks. Of course, I listened in, too.
"Three months, Tia. Three months!" Mommy cried. I could tell Tia was uncomfortable. I would be, too.
"Yes, Celestia. We haven't seen you for three months. And when you say you're coming, you never do! And then you just show up, after three MONTHS?" Daddy boomed. I think Tia must have flinched at that, because then Mommy lowered her voice.
"We just wanted to see you, Tia. It's unfair to disappoint not just us, but your little sister, too! Don't you love her? Don't you love us?" Sounded just like what I'd been thinking.
Well, I'm glad I hadn't voiced my thoughts because next thing I know, Tia is running up the stairs to her room. I quietly set down my blocks and tiptoed after her.
She was crying. Of course she was crying. I'd be crying, too. I followed her into her room.
"Luna?"
"Hi Tia," I said. She cried harder.
"I just don't know what went wrong, Lu! I came back, just like I said I would! Why do Mom and Dad hate me so much?" she cried.
"Oh, Cewestia, they don't hate you! It's just... you've changed. They, I want the old you," I told her.
"But there's this guard... he's been there about five years, he says the ponies would like this better than the real me, and now that I'm a ~~prins~~ princess, and part of the Equestrian Royal Society, I should do what the ponies want!" she told me.
"I think they'd rather have the real you, Tia," I tell her.
"Oh, Woona, I love you," she said. She kissed the top of my head. "Thanks. I think you're right. You'll be a very wise ruler one day." I giggled. She stood up and went downstairs. I lay in her bed for a minute, all by myself, like I do when I really, really, miss her. I finally got up and walked downstairs.
"...and I should have come, like I said I would. So I'm sorry," I heard Cewestia say as I walked downstairs.
"Oh sweetie, it's okay. Just come and visit us more often, okay?" Mommy told her.
"Of course! I've missed you!" Tia cried.
"And we've missed- oh, Woona, honey. Come on down. We were just talking to Cewestia," Mommy noticed me sitting at the top of the stairs. I walked down.
"Hi, Mommy, hi Daddy, hi Tia," I said slyly. I then ~~pown~~ pounced on Cewestia. "You wanna play? Huh? You wanna play you wanna play you wanna-" Tia laughed and nodded.
"Sure."
So, as you can read, Diary, it all worked out in the end! I've been watching Tia on the ~~tewevisin~~ ~~televison~~ TV and she's been doing well. Equestria loves her. And so do I!
-Woona
Author's Note
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