George groaned as he awoke from his slumber. He looked out to the window, seeing the sun shine it’s powerful light into his eyes. He took it as a signal that he should get up. He groans softly as he escaped the warmth of the bed he was sleeping on, until he was finally standing on all four hooves. He walked off towards the dining table, sniffing the sweet smell of pancakes, most likely being cooked by Twilight.

“Good Morning, George!” Twilight called out as she heard the door close. “Breakfast is almost ready, so you might wanna hurry up before Spike eats it all!” She harmlessly teased.

“Hey!” Spike retorted, “That was only one time! And that was ‘cause you told me to eat a big breakfast that day!”

George chuckled as he walked down the stairs, slowly making his way to the table to eat.

“So, what’s up with you, George?” Spike asked, “Ya feelin’ alright?”

“Yeah.” George replied, sitting down in a nearby chair. “My face is just a bit sore from falling around fifteen times on it.”

“How did that happen?”

“Dash’s still trying to teach me to fly, remember?”

“Ah. Well, it’s only your third day, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.” Spike reassured.

“Thanks.” George softly smiled, “So, any luck on finding a way to get my memory back yet?”

“Nope.” Twilight and Spike both said in unison.

“Well that sucks.” George replied flatly, “What’s the problem?”

“I can’t seem to find my book on memory loss…” Twilight explained, placing the plate of pancakes on the table, “Spike and I looked everywhere about twenty times, it seemed to have just...vanished.”

“...You don’t think you might have lent the book to anypony?” George thought aloud, “I mean, it’s not like a book can just disappear like that…”

“Thafs vat I fhead!” Spike shouted, spitting out some of the pancake stuffed in his mouth.

George only gave Spike a look that practically said: “Really?”

Spike swallowed his food with a loud gulp, then blushes of embarrassment.

“Sorry.”

George sighed, then starts eating his food as well. He knew it was going to be a long day, either way. So he figured he might as well enjoy not falling a dozen more times while he can.

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“So, change of scenery?” George asked. Viewing a nice, calm lake nearby, as well a large tree, most likely to hide under for shade.

“Well, since you kept falling in your face so many times, I thought if you landed in the water instead, you wouldn’t hurt yourself so much!” Dash explained.

“...Huh, that’s actually pretty clever. But there’s on—”

“Great!” Dash interrupted, “Now c’mon! We got some work to do!”

“But…” George sighed, not bothering trying to finish his sentence. He then proceeded to lift himself up into the air, using the techniques he’d already learned from Dash, which wasn’t much.

“Now, I’m gonna push you, and then you’ll start moving forward, okay?” Dash asked.

“I guess…” George unconfidently replied, “Dash, I’m not so sure ab—”

“Go!” Dash cheered, pushing George’s rear hooves forward in an attempt to fly off in that direction.

Only to end in disaster.

George’s instincts kicked in, shutting his wings back to his sides, and land face first into the water. Causing a large splash, which Dash was able to dodge.

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“Uh…” Dash uttered, “That was not how I thought this would go…”

“...George?” Dash called out worriedly, “...You alright down there?”

A large bubble slowly crept to the surface of the water. Only to make a large *blop* sound when it actually reached the top.

But… That could only mean…

“George!” Dash shouted in fear, diving into the water, reaching down for the now drowning stallion. She grabbed a hold of him, carried him on her back, and swam back to the shore. She then set down the now unconscious stallion, only to worry her even more.

“No, no no, no... no no NO NO!” Dash repeated in panic.“C’mon George, breathe! Breathe!”

Nothing happened.

“Ohmygosh, what do I do!?” She asked, before remembering that no one was nearby, then quickly jumped to an idea. She placed her hooves on his stomach, and pushed down on it quickly, then released, then repeated the process in order to get George to breathe again.

*cough* *cough*

George quickly sat up, immediately coughing up all the water trapped in his lungs. “Woah.” He exhaled sharply. “That was...intense.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m soooooooooooooo sorry!” Dash apologized, eyes slightly watering, “I forgot you didn’t know how to swim! Why didn’t you tell me!?”

George coughed. “I tried to...But you didn’t give me time to finish my sentence…” He then looked up to Dash’s eyes. He saw the extreme sadness in them, when everypony said how loyal and caring she was.

They weren’t kidding.

“George?”

George quickly shook his head, snapping himself back to reality, “Huh? Oh… Uh, sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. It’s all my fault that you almost drowned back there.” Dash frowned, her ears flopping down to the back of her head in sadness, “You almost...died...’cause of me…”

“No… Not ‘cause of you.” George countered, “It’s my fault for not telling you I couldn’t swim in the first place.”

Dash sighed, walking to the nearby tree for some shade.

“Hey…It’s okay, cheer up…” George said calmly, sitting down next to her, and softly placing a hoof on her side, “I’m not dead, am I?”

“No...but you almost died…”

“Right. Almost. I’m still here. You know why?” George asked, “Because you saved me.”

Dash sighed once more, then looked at George, and saw his confident smile.

“So, let’s say that you’re right. And I almost died ‘cause of you, but at the same time, I’m still living thanks to you!” His smile grew brighter. “You’re a good friend, Dash. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You were only trying to help me fly.”

“...How can you be so happy at a time like this?” Dash curiously asked, her mouth agape, “You almo—”

Dash was quickly interrupted by George’s hoof being placed on her mouth, shutting her up.

“Yeah. I almost died.” He said, “But I’m still here. Perfectly alive.”

She nodded in response. “But...I don’t know what I would’ve done if you ended up dying in my hooves.”

“Yeah, you’re right there. I could’ve died if you hadn’t saved me in time.” George nodded, “But you know why I didn’t die?”

Dash shook her head.

“I didn’t die because I had a friend who’d do anything for her friends.” George smirked, “Because you dove in the water, and saved me before I could even die. And even if you weren’t fast enough, something deep inside tells me that you’d probably rush me to a hospital once you got me out of the water.”

Hearing this caused Dash to giggle a bit as her mood was lightened. Seeing this also caused George’s mood to brighten.

“Y’know...You’re alright, George.” Dash smiled warmly, “Thanks for cheering me up.”

“No problem, Dash.” George smiled back, knowing that he finally cheered her up.

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“Well...I guess I should be going…” George added, “I’ll see ya later, alright?”

“Yeah…” Dash nodded, “See ya later…”

And with that, George had walked away.

“...I almost killed him…” Dash whispered to herself, “The only stallion who’s been putting up with me, and I almost killed him.” She sighed, “And he didn’t even care...He was focused more on my happiness rather than his own life.”

She sat for a while, and thought to herself.

“...Maybe he’s not so bad, after all…”

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“Hey there, Georgie!” Pinkie childishly cheered, “I was wondering when you’d show up!”

George chuckled at the nickname she gave, “Hey Pinkie, I was coming by to see if I could have a cupcake or something. I’ve been craving something sweet.”

“One cupcake coming riiiiiiiight up!” Pinkie confirmed, “Oooh! What kind of cupcake? Vanilla? Chocolate? Strawberry? Cherry? App—”

“Uh...Chocolate.” George interrupted.

“Here ya go!” Pinkie hoofed over a box with a dozen chocolate cupcakes inside.

George raised an eyebrow, he wanted to ask how she knew what cupcakes he wanted, did she just happen to have it lying around, waiting for somepony to ask for them? He thought it was best for him to just leave it be, considering what he’s heard about Pinkie’s randomness, and his own experience with her. Maybe another time.

“But...I only asked for one…” George pointed out, “Why’d you give me so many?”

“It’s on the house!” Pinkie explained, “Since this is your first time ordering something here, I thought you deserved something for free. Besides, you didn’t let me throw you a super duper awesome party for you! So… This will do. For now.”

“Huh… Well… Thanks, Pinkie.”

“No problem!” Pinkie beamed, “Come again soon!”

“I will!” George replied, walking out of the shop. Then sat on a nearby bench to relax and eat a cupcake. He looked around him, basking in the beauty that ponyville held, then he looked to his right, noticing a white stallion with curly grey mane and tail sitting next to him.

Though before he was able to say anything, the stallion started speaking to what looked like to be no one in particular.

“I don’t know why I have to run around carrying this stupid book on memories anyway…” The stallion grumbled to himself, “It’s like the master wants me to get caught…”

George’s eyes widened, coming to the conclusion that the “book” the stallion was talking about was the book he needed for his memory. At last! A chance for his memory!

"I'll admit, it's kinda funny how convenient this is." George thought, "It's actually kinda dumb, the more I think about it. But still, I'm going to need help getting the book back before I screw anything up.

He ran off to the library, eager to tell Twilight and Spike the news.

Author's Note

Here it is! Chapter 4, I kept re-reading it over and over, changing detail by detail more and more.

Give me opinions on the chapter, please.