Hi, my name is story bird. I have a dandelion coat, red curly mane, and big green eyes. I work for the Manehattan mayhem, the local newspaper of my crazy town, I have never even thought about leaving manehattan, and I take things very literal. In my story this may be my best, or my worst trait. Anyways let's not get ahead of myself.
In the beginning, I'm talking to an old friend, a Pegasus named photo crop. Photo has been living in ponyville for five years, taking photos for the ponyville confidential, and he finally came back for a couple weeks.
When his train came I started looking for him. I held out a sign saying "Photo Crop". Out of nowhere he walked out from a couple and I was suddenly reminded of how handsome he was. He has a dark brown coat and a blond mane. He had on his usual orange vest and camera.
"Hey bookworm, how are you." he said sarcastically
I was suddenly reminded of how annoying he is"I told you to stop calling me that, remember , It took me a month of begging to get you a job at the manehatten mayhem, and it would be even easier to get you fired. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't even have gone to ponyville." And that was true, I don't tell most people, and I don't like to brag, but I'm the Daughter of a famous writer. I never actually knew her name and all her books were burned. After her death in her will she gave me 15 million bits, and I don't know how she got it, but she did.
You would think I have a giant house with 10 rooms, but I'm smarter than that. I bought a good apartment and used the rest to buy food, help me retire, and in this case help my friend have a place to sleep.
"So you wanna talk about the trip."photo said
"Why don't we so back to the apartment, it's kind of chilly"I said
So we went to my apartment and I sat on my special chair that only my mom, dad, and me have ever sat on. Photo knows not to sit in it, because we had a "conversation"about it. It means that I told him I'd cut of his hooves and call him torso boy if he sat in it. As you can see I'm pretty serious about it, I mean it's the only thing that survived the fire, and every time I sat in it I could feel like they were still there.
"Story, it's been five years, and I don't want to be up all night, so you can ask me 2 questions, and I will go into as much detail as I can, so shoot. And choose wisely cause you won't be hearing from me until tomorrow."he said
"Alright I'll save my list for tomorrow" I said sarcastically "Anyways, anything interesting happen?"
" Not really, but the last couple months were pretty crazy. I swear to god, their's more chaos there than there is here."
" Oh come on it can't be that bad"
'But it was. I meet a group of ponies that fought an old myth that tried to bring eternal night, and a creature that came out of stone!"
"Come on, your pulling my hooves. Stone, I'm gullible but not that much!"
"No I'm serious, anyways what's your second question?"
I thought for a moment"hmm..." suddenly a spark went off in my head "what was the best story for ponyville confidencial, and not including the two you just told me."
"Oh that's a toughie." He thought a moment "I guess it would be the latest one."
"Continue"
"Well, you know that group of ponies I was telling you about. Well, one of them started acting like she was a super hero and saving babies, stopping speeding carriages, and helping people out of construction sites. Apparently she was being to full of herself So some of her friends made up a super hero called the mysterious mare-do well, here's a picture." he gave me a picture of a mare in a black costume with goggles and a cape.
"That's not very creative"
"I know,right. anyways, they created the mare-do well to show her her friend about the 'magic of friendship' whatever that means"
"You know, this town needs somepony like that"
"You mean a group of ponies trying to teach things about friendship, no thanks."He got up and started toward his room.
I got up from my chair "No I mean the super hero, except you'd need a bunch of gadgets, like a grapple gun, a tranquilizer gun, and some explosive spray"
" Hey, don't expect me to be your sidekick if you become the mare do-well" He said sarcastically. That was the thing with photo, he always made up jokes to lighten the mood, but when the time comes he'll be serious
When I went to bed that night, the words This town needs somepony like that kept nagging in my mind. I drifted of to sleep and awoke in a dream where I was dressed as the mare do well. I was in the streets of manehatten. Suddenly my arm went to a belt around my waist and took out a grapple gun and shot it at a nearby building and rose to the top.
In the process, it felt amazing to have the wind in my mane. After I went up I started jumping building to building and after a while some thugs showed up and before I knew they were all unconscious.
I suddenly woke I and whispered to myself"I want to be the mare do well"
