Make it stop! Make it stop!
It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon in the park. A red and white checkerboard tablecloth was laid out, with a tea set. The tea set consisted of tiny little cups and saucers, with elaborate tiny purple flowers and golden rims. You might think that it belonged to Rarity, and most would agree, since she always had Spike pack it up. But in fact, you’d be wrong. The tea set was a gift from Applejack’s Aunt and Uncle Orange in Manehatten. They had sent it fashionable later, in lew of coming to the last Apple family reunion. Nevertheless it preformed its function admirably. But you may ask, why is it so important to this story? Ah, that’s the point, on this particular afternoon, while Spike poured the tea, and Rainbow Dash tried to napped, and Fluttershy was doing some crochet work, and Twilight had her head in a book, while Pinky complained to the writer of this story about run on sentences that lose their direction and veracity….
“Make it stop! Make it stop!”
Rarity was reading aloud the latest gossip column from the Manehatten news journal “Listen to this Applejack ‘last night the Oranges out did all their previous social soiree’”
“Swa ray? What’s that?” asked Rainbow Dash
“Oh silly that’s a fancy word for party” answered Pinky “and I know parties; gatherings, get-togethers, festivities, merrymaking, revelries, bashes, celebrations, events, blasts, socials, bees, shindigs, thrashes…
Make it stop! Make it stop!
“You be quiet, just sit there and keep writing”
“Who are you talking too?” asked Applejack
“Know Pony”
“No pony?”
“Yup, Know Pony, his is my newest friend. He is trying to write a story”
“Never mind” said Rainbow Dash
“May I continue?” asked Rarity resuming her column without waiting for a response “Mrs. Orange wore a taffeta dress that was ever so peachy.”
“She’s you aunt?” asked Fluttershy to Applejack
“Eeyup, this here tea set was a gift from…”
“Shush, we already know that silly”
“Oh, this is the worst … possible … thing. Trying to read the social column on a Sunday afternoon and share news about family members. Pinky, would you and your invisible friend be quiet while I read?”
“okay, dokay, loki”
Ok
“As I was…”
“He said ‘ok’ too”
“As I was reading; Gossip columnist Secret Whisper says that while she is not one to drop names, I will be naughty this time and let a few secrets out. A certain member of the royal family also attended with her escort. She wore a black sequin dress with a slit up the side that went up to heaven (very appropriately whenever we think of night time celestial bodies). Her escort, a pony of mystery to me, seemed to be known as an uncle. Other guests included the heiresses Rockerfillies wearing matching gowns of black and red. They were escorted by the fabulously wealthy JP Morgan the 4th, and Tennessee Walker, a charming gentle colt from the south. It is said he works as a ranger out west. I would so like to be rescued by his rough good looks.”
“Does she say anything more about my Aunt?”
“No darling, only that there was a presentation about the progress of a new railroad”
Insert plug for Temporal Cogs, a fimfiction by Lunar Echoes here.
“Did you even read that story silly?”
Yes, it is a still a work in progress about building a railroad.
“But it so much more, there’s time travel, going back 200 years, then it splashes back to the very first Heart’s Warming Eve, then it slides into the time of Discord’s reign and then, BOOM, it goes 2000 years into the future with hyper technical magic and superlicious cities.”
Yeah, I think I remember something like that. Thanks Pinky, you really know how to sell a story.
“You’re welcome”
“Pinky, if you insist on talking to your invisible friend” interrupted Twilight “at least make it possible for us to hear him”
I would like that
“He says he would like that, but silly ponies, I can’t do that”
“Spike, did you put anything special in the tea?”
“No, why do you ask?”
“Because Pinky is being extra Pinky today, and she’s been drinking a lot of tea”
“Oh, silly, that’s because my new friend is writing a story about the tea cups”
“So you are trying to bring every pony’s attention back to the cups?”
“I am? That is a great idea. Why didn’t I think of that?”
The End
