Dear Princess Celestia,

Hi! It's me, Pinkie Pie! I guess this is a friendship lesson, so here you go!

A month ago, my pet alligator, Gummy, died. He was put down when the vet discovered a sickness had taken him over, and was living in pain.

My best friend, Dashie, was the first to know about this. I was so devastated, I couldn't do anything. When the day arrived, Dashie was right by my side the whole time, and when Gummy's eyes closed forever.

After that, I headed straight for home, and left Dashie in the dust. I immediately went to my room. I sat and did nothing all day.

I skipped my shifts, avoided my friends, and barely talked.

The day after, Dashie crashed through the window and told me I needed to get out.

We hung out, though I barely made a sound.

Things happened and one thing led to another, and one day we were swimming together when Dashie took off after an incident.

I felt sadness overcome me again, because I thought she was leaving me behind for being sad and un-committing.

It had been a few days when Dashie then returned (not crashing through my window this time).

I wasn't happy to see her, and we had an argument. Ending the argument, Dashie told me to close my eyes.

I had no idea on what to expect. I felt her hooves touch my shoulders, and the next thing I knew, she was kissing me.

It felt good, but I had no idea what was going on. When we parted, she looked at me with a sad face.

She lifted into the air and said one last thing before flying out the window:

'Reach inside yourself and find the real Pinkie, because I'm sick of the one you're being.'

Those words really made me think. Was I really making my friend sick of me?

I just then realized how sad ponies must've been because I was basically gone!

I thought of all the fun times I've had with friends, family and animals. It made me smile.

Next thing I knew, my mane was back to normal: poofy.

The next day, I ran into my friends (except Dashie) when I was walking down the street.

They basically squeezed it out of me that Dashie kissed me. They gave me advise, and I ran off to find the pegasus.

I found Dashie and explained how I loved her back, and we kissed again.

So Dashie and I are now marefriends, and we stick up to each other.

Though I'll never forgot Gummy, I moved on, and I was happy again!

Things in my life were piecing back together.

Sometimes at night, I wake up crying from a nightmare that replayed Gummy's death day, but as soon as I wake up, would I feel a warm hoof on my shoulder.

I would look over and see magenta eyes looking back at me.

Dashie would hug me and kiss my cheek or nose. She'd tell me it was a nightmare, and everything was going to be okay.

I'd believe her, because I know it's true, and it always will be.

I can now say my life is complete, and so is hers.

Even though she has given up on her Wonderbolts dream, she's happy because I'm happy.

What I'm getting at is that true friends stick up for you when you're down, and sometimes, it may become even more.

From,

Pinkie Pie

Author's Note

The end!

Sorry if this chapter was just a summery of the story, but I thought Celestia might want to know!