day before summer sun celebration
It is a day much like any other day. While the summer sun celebrations are arriving tomorrow, I was not allowed to help with the preparation, not after what happen last year. After waking up and finished preparing a lovely breakfast for Dinky and myself, I walked up stairs and knocked on Dinky’s door.
“Just another five more minutes, I promise I’ll be up in five minutes.” Dinky bargains, but I was not taking none of that. I push the door open, and pulls Dinky’s blanket off the bed. Strangely Dinky was not in her bed. I look both under and around the bed, wondering where Dinky could have disappeared to, until I hear snoring coming from the blanket that are on the ground. I tug at the blanket with my muzzle, and the blanket tugs back.
“DINKY DOO! Get up, now!” I stump my hooves on the ground, making a loud noise. I see the poor little filly slowly pokes her head out of blanket trying to evaluate just how angry I was, and then slowly crawled out of her blanket.
“I’m up mom, please don’t be angry.” The young filly slowly walks towards me, with her head held low. I lift her head up and points for her to go down stairs
“Breakfast is down stairs, muffin. Hurry up; you don’t want to be late for school do you?” Dinky looks back at her bed one last time with longing, and then slowly moves down stairs.
After dropping Dinky off at the school, I tried my best to get to the mail station without running into any pony. Nevertheless, tried as I may, I could only avoid running into both trees and ponies for so long. That being said, I only run into two trees and three ponies this morning, which made me felt very proud of myself.
I run the same mail route every day for the past five years; I have gotten good at it. Over the years, I have found ways to deliver the mails while staying out of the way from other ponies, most of the time.
Around noon, after I had almost finished delivering most of the mails in my bag. I caught a glimpse of imperial Pegasus pulled carriage descending towards the town square.
“I thought princess Celestia is coming tomorrow. Oh no, did I mess up the date again?” I thought to myself.
“Well, most of the mail is already delivered, and since it’s not every day, that princess Celestia comes to Pony Ville. Maybe I can take a little detour.” I slowly fly towards where I think the carriage landed, but no princess was in sight.
“Ah, did I miss her.” The thought made me a bit sad. Just as I was about to leave, I saw a lavender unicorn that I have never seen in Pony ville before, next to her was a purple lizard looking creature. I looked at those two, wondering are they new to pony ville, as I was ready to approaches them, Pinky Pie walked up to them. Pinky jumps up and screams, the sight scared me, and I lost control of my wings. As my wings flaps wildly, I spirals towards the ground. Luckily, I manage to regain some control before I crush to the ground.
“Dear Celestia, that was close.” I release a sign of relieve as I clumsily lands. I looked around, seeing many ponies looking at me. While the fact that I am not the best flyer has been well known around pony ville, I don’t usually crushed that much… fine, I do crushed into ponies and tree quite often. However, crushing towards the ground is still a rare occasion. I slowly got up, and flap my wings, jump up and down a few times to show that I am not hurt, too badly. After that, most ponies got back to what they were doing before, while some still holds a concerning looks.
I manage to finish delivering rest of the mails fairly quickly. Like always, after a long day of work, I want to Cake’s bakery to get a blue berry muffin to reward myself. As I stepped into the bakery, Pinky pie was right in my face.
“Hi Ditzy, do you know about the new pony in town? Of course you don’t, if I just found out about her, how could you have known about her before me right? But then again, you deliver mail to like every pony in pony ville, maybe she is like a relative, and they told you about her. Then maybe you would know about her. However, if that is the care so would I, since I know like every pony in pony ville also. And if they could tell you about a relative coming to visit, they would surely tell me, so that I can throw them a party...…” Pinky rambles on, as her none stop words made my head felt dizzy.
“Dearie, can’t you tell you are confusing the poor filly? We know you are excited, but talk slower, keep in mind, this is Ditzy you are talking to.” Mrs. Cupcake stops Pinky from rambling on and on. after calming Pinky down, she turns and look at me.
“You are here for the blue berry muffin, aren’t you?” With a smile, she went to the back and brings out a new batch of blue berry muffins. My eye lit up at the sight, and I nodded. Mrs. Cupcake ringed me up, and I was enjoying my muffin in no time. meanwhile Pinky pulls down the “party cannon” from upstairs.
“What is Celetia’s name are you doing dearie?” Mrs. Cupcake looks at Pinky
“I’m going to throw the new pony a party of course. What better way to celebrate the arrival of a new friend, than throwing a huge party in her honor? I even got the invitations done already.” As Pinky pulls out a huge stack of invitations from out of nowhere.
“How…? Where…? You were just here a moment ago. Pinky! Put down the invitations and step away from the cannon slowly. Do you know if the pony wants a party? Maybe she just wants to be alone.” Mrs. Cupcake tries to talk some sense into Pinky, which made me laugh a little on the inside. Knowing Pinky, sense is the last thing that is going on in that filly’s head.
“Don’t want a party!? Why won’t she want a party? Party is a great opportunity for her to meet some new friends. And besides, it’ll be a small party.” While Mrs. Cupcake tries to stop Pinky, Pinky had already disappeared, leaving a cloud of smoke where she was.
“That filly has a good heart, but she really needs to understand that sometimes, some Pony just wants to be alone.” Mrs. Cupcake shakes her head, as I giggle inside. As I was enjoying my muffin, Pinky reappeared as quick as she disappeared, leaving three invitations for, Mrs. Cupcake, Mr. Carrot cake, and myself. I look at Mrs. Cupcake, as she sighs. After I finished my muffin, I picked up my invitation and heads out to pick up Dinky.
When I arrive at the school, I found dinky sitting all alone outside.
“Oh no, was I late? I knew I shouldn’t have got that second muffin.” I walk up to Dinky
“Muffin, I’m sorry I’m late.” my head hang low, feeling like a soggy muffin.
“Mom, you weren’t late. Every pony else just all went to Pinky’s welcoming party. But I waited here, because I know if when you come to pick me up, and I wasn’t here, you would be worry.” Dinky replies with a smile.
“Ah muffin, that’s sweet. But you could have just left a note, or tell Mrs. Cheerilee to relay the message.” I smile back. “well if you want, we could go now. We should still make it. Also, we do have an invitation.” I pull out the invitation that I picked up at Cake’s and pass it to Dinky.
Apparently, Pinky lied. It was not a small party at all. I am pretty sure every pony in Pony ville was invited. From the fashionista, Rarity, to the hard working farm pony, apple jack. From the fastest flyer, rainbow dash, to the shy timid Pegasus, Fluttershy. While everyone seems to really enjoy the party, the guest of honor appears to be the only one that is not. Perhaps Mrs. Cupcake was right, maybe she just want to be alone. Dinky disappeared as soon as we arrive at the party, so I simply grab a few muffins and hides in a corner. For some reasons Pinky always invites me to her parties, while Pinky have no problem with my clumsiness, most other ponies in pony ville has made their opinion of my presents as plague very clear. Because of such, I do not usually attend parties. As other ponies enjoy themselves, I sit quietly at my corner and watch. The party lasted for a long time, and I had to went and get muffins multiple times, I manage to not bum into any pony as well as not knocking anything over, but I still got steers from many ponies, who were not “approve” of my presents.
Finally, night came, and ponies start to leave. Dinky did not want to go; I end up having to drag her out by her tail. When we finally got home, the young filly was so tired; she almost fell asleep as soon as she lay down. Looking at the young filly, I cannot help but smile. She resembles him in so many ways. I slowly walk out of Dinky’s room, and close the door as quietly as I can.
“sweet dreams, muffin. And may tomorrow be another great day.”
