Twilight openned the door of the Golden Oak Library and raised her voice slightly to be heard over the rustle and bustle of the market, "Spike! Owlowiscious! It's time for dinner guys!"
Spike came running around the side of the tree laughing to his heart's content and said in a jovial tone, "And so I said to her, 'Well his hat looks really funny!', and she was all like, 'I think you're right Spike!', and then we... we both started laughing our flanks off!", he said as he fell into another laughing fit.
Owlowiscious flew ahead of him, landed on the banister of the library's steps, rustled his feathers slightly, and hooted, "Who"
"Sweetie Belle and me, that's who.", Spike reitterated.
"Who", Owlowiscious hooted again as he spun his head a full 180 degrees, and brought it back.
"You really are quiet the conversationalist, aren't you?", Spike asked in a deadpanned tone.
"Who"
"You! That's who!", Spike shouted.
"Who"
Spike began mummering something, as Twilight shook her head and chuckled. Her two assitants had been getting along better than usual, but they still had their moments.
"Hey guys, come on! It's time to eat.", Twilight said with a smile.
Owlowiscious flew into the library and landed on his perch, as Spike drudged up the steps and into the library's main room. He was still mumbling something that Twilight couldn't make out, but she was sure it was directed at the owl that Spike was staring daggers at.
"Spike, it's okay.", Twilight said as she wrapped him into a hug.
The hug caught Spike off guard but he readily accepted it, and after a second or two he felt much calmer. He sighed and pushed away from Twilight, breaking the hug, and looked up into her eyes.
"Thanks Twilight, I needed that. It's just... sometimes... I think Owlowiscious thinks he's smarter than me or something.", Spike said as he glared at the oblivious owl.
Twilight placed her hoof gently on Spike's cheek and turned his head back towards her, "Spike you know that he's an owl right?", she asked with a small giggle.
Spike blushed a little, "Yeah.", he said as he drug his foot across the floor.
"Okay then, and besides, you're still my number one assistant.", Twilight said as she lightly poked Spike's chest.
Spike chuckled a little and Twilight motioned for him to follow her into the kitchen. Dinner went extremely well. Twilight had prepared a salad, some sandwiches, and hay fries. The conversation was rather pleasant, each talking about what they did on their day off. Twilight talked about the new book she finished reading earilier, and Spike told the same story he had told to Owlowiscious to Twilight, and she was thrown into a laughing fit for a few minutes, almost choking on the fries she was eating.
All in all, it was good. After dinner, Spike washed the dishes, with some help from Owlowiscious, while Twilight tidied up the books she had placed on random tables in the library earlier that day. After those chores were finished, the trio decided it was time for bed.
Twilight and Spike settled into their beds as Owlowiscious rested on his perch in the main room of the library. Twilight sleepily gazed at Spike and thought to herself, 'I wonder who will win tomorrow?'
Twilight woke up the next morning before Princess Celestia rose the sun. She walked down the stairs as quietly as possible,through the library, and into the kitchen. She picked up the coffee grounds out of the cupboard with her magic and made a pot of coffee for herself.
'I want everything to ready this morning.', she thought to herself as she sat down at the table and watched the brew trinkle into the pot. The coffee finished just as the sun began to slowly rise over the horizon. 'Perfect timing.', she thought to herself as she filled a cup, and
sat back down at the table.
The chair she sat in this morning wasn't special in any way to the naked eye. It looked exactly like the others in the kitchen, and it wasn't any more comfort either, but it was the only spot to see one of the most spectacular specticles in all of Equestria.
And it all starts with the throw of a newspaper.
From inside the mian room Twilight could hear Owlowiscious rustling his feathers. She settled into her chair and took a sip of her coffee, allowing it to gently roll over her tongue, and down her gullet. She looked down into the cup and noted that the coffee today was just right.
'Today's event is going to be good.', she thought to herself with a smile.
Then she saw him, News Caster. He was an average unicorn. He was red with an orange mane and tail. His cutie mark was that of a rolled up news paper. Twilight excitedly watched as he enveloped a newspaper with his magic, took aim, and flung it towards the library. The paper landed in the bushes off to the right of the door, but she didn't care. It was the race that followed that she wanted to see.
Suddenly, Twilight heard Owlowiscious furiously flying around the library for some reason. He was excitedly hooting, "Who! Who!", as he flew around the room. Twilight looked out the window with a bit of confusion, witch was replaced by surprise as she watched Spike walk up from the other side of the road that was in front of the library.
She got up as Spike picked up the paper and walked in through the front door with a huge grin plastered on his face. He walked up to Twilight and presented the paper to her as if he were bestowing an article of immense power to her.
She grabbed the paper from him with a smile and asked, "So how'd you do it?"
Spike looked over his shoulder at Owlowiscious then back to Twilight and said, "I locked all the windows.", and he started giggling.
"But Owlowiscious knows how to open the door.", Twilight said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah," Spike said with a wry grin, "but I greased the doorknob as I walked out earlier."
Twilight couldn't help but burst into laughter, as did Spike, and so the fateful battle was won this day, by none other than Spike.
"A good newspaper is never nearly good enough, but a lousy newspaper is a joy forever."- Garrison Keillor
Author's Note
Tell me what you think about the story below. As always critiques are welcome, and thanks for reading.
