Pink Arrow: The rise of Pinkie
It was a lovely summer day.
The air was cool with a gentle breeze carrying it across the sea towards the great metropolis.
Pinkie sat on soft red seat on the left side of a pony corp private train.
She simply peered out of her window watching as ever so slowly as she neared the great metropolis, Manehattan.
She remembered what caused her to be so very far away from her friends, it was a favor for Mrs. and Mr. Cake.
They asked her to come to Manehattan for a small and short job opportunity, well if six months counts as short.
All they said was, they needed and expert on sweets... somepony who knew the difference between yummy and yucky.
It did make sense after all who better to ask than Pinkie, she practically had eaten every kind, sort and flavor of candy in existence.
As she reminisced on what possible kinds of fun her friends were having without her, the train came to a slow but still somewhat sudden stop.
A voice echoed throughout the train "all ponies, please exit the train. We have arrived at our destination. Have a pleasant stay in the lovely city of Manehattan, and please do not forget your luggage. That is all."
Pinkie slowly got off her seat in unison with the majority of ponies in the cart.
She placed her left forehoof on a compartment, which was located above her.
She then gave it a slight nudge, and with that it opened.
Inside was a pink suitcase, which contained mostly balloons and some other necessities.
She stood up on her two back hooves and supported herself with her two forehooves.
Her teeth connected with the front handle of the suitcase.
She then clenched her teeth and pushed herself back with her forehooves.
As she slowly placed her forehooves on the ground, she twisted her head to the left and then to the right, releasing the suitcase, causing it to land perfectly in a open pocket on her sadlepack.
She passed a stallion at the the exit of the cart, who politely greeted.
"Have a lovely stay ma'am"
"Thank you, Mister" Pinkie smiled continuing to exit.
Manehattan was truly breath taking.
The average building alone, was at least fourteen to fifteen times of the biggest in pony ville.
To her dismay but also relief her awe was interrupted by shrill voice calling her.
"Pinkie!? Is that you?"
Pinkie turned around to see none other than Mrs. Cake.
"Oh! Hi there, Mrs. Cake!" She exclaimed as she raced towards her, at what seemed to be mach 10 or so.
"Pin-!!" Was all Mrs. Cake was able to say as she received possibly the most energetic hug from Pinkie, ever given to her.
"Well, Pinkie how are you?"
"Fan-diddily-tastic Mrs. Cake!" She exclaimed.
As the Mrs. Cake was discussing recent events with pinkie a black carriage with gold outlines pulled close.
