I woke up, fresh and rested. Ready to take on the world and check out my new town. I brushed my mane and my teeth then washed my face to help me wake up a little more. I trotted over to Knit's room and knocked my hoof against the door lightly.

"Knit? You up?", I asked before I nudged the door open.

Once, I could see through the crack in the door, I saw Knit plopped on the bed with a phone resting on his chest. He must've been talking on the phone with someone all night-probably Braeburn. I tip toed inside and took the phone off his chest and onto the night stand. He was sleeping so soundly but he would get so upset if I left to explore the new town without him. So, I woke him up nicely and told him that I was going out on the town. I didn't even have to finish my sentence when he jumped up from the bed and rushed to the bathroom to freshen up.

I love it when he's so happy and excited about something. It's like having a dog and watching him run in a giant field with other dogs. He spent hours getting himself ready so I decided to get something to eat. I had so much confidence and I really couldn't wait to set hoof out of this house. Knit finally got himself together as I was washing my breakfast dish. He wore a nice vest with his mane brushed forward all scruffy looking and had his signature cologne on that smelled like really strong stallion. I liked it and I kinda wished he'd share but my subtle musk would have to do.

"You gonna eat?", I asked.

"Eat?" He said with a smile. "Who can eat at a time like this?!"

He bucked a little in anticipation and gestured to join him. I walked over to the door and let my best friend skedaddle down towards Ponyville while I followed not too far behind. He kept looking back to see if I was close or at least still in his sights. I strolled down the dirt road and enjoyed the scenery just for inspiration for tonight's blog. You see, I have this online journal and only a few ponies have access to it. I give them permission to read my personal thoughts, feelings and whereabouts. It makes me feel better that some ponies understand how I feel or help me though it. Don't get me wrong, I used to have it public but ever since someone tried to beat Knit up for what I wrote, I decided to leave it private so only people I've met and have a friendship with are allowed to read it.

I write about pretty much everything that happens to me- love, food, experiences, places, ponies, animals, and plants. I take my time to observe things and make little notes so my friends and family back home know what's going on. My mom isn't technology savvy so I have to send her the letter that I wrote which was the main reason why I left the house.

We reached the town center and it was a very solitary place. There was a two or three story town hall with a bunch of windows and a board out front with a few flyers posted on it. Knit disappeared somewhere and I was in too good of a mood to chase after him so I made my way towards the board and read some of the postings. A few were on sales at the market and food plaza but there was one on the map of Ponyville. I didn't want to tear just any map off the board so I made my way inside and asked for a map. While I waited, a mare was walking down the stairs.

She had a grey mane and a tan coat. She had sophisticated looking glasses and a collar with dark green ruffles around her neck. She was talking to her assistant who was a lavender colored mare with a black mane. They both stopped once they saw me and gently shoved her assistant to the side.

"I don't believe I've met your acquaintance", She said sweetly "I'm Mayor Mare"

I gently hit her hoof with mine but she just paused for a moment. She looked at me and awkwardly giggled. I guess my greeting was a bit different from their's.

"I'm assuming you aren't from around here, are you?", she asked.

I nodded my head to answer her and told her that I was raised in Manehattan and moved here yesterday. She had a glow in her eyes after I said that and things started to get a little weird.

"Oh my! Do tell me how it is down in Manehattan. I've always wanted to visit but never had the time. Also, what is your name, dear?", She said.

"Oh It's Scribble. Scribble Smooch", I replied.

She then proceeded to tell me where everything was and I listened to every word. I finally received the map and she bid me farewell. I left the town hall and scanned the area for Knit. He was nowhere to be found. That is, until I heard a scream that sounded a lot like Knit's and some rumbling inside a bar. It was at that moment that I knew someone didn't appreciate Knit's hospitality or sexuality. This first day is off to a shakey start but I'm hoping things will make a complete 180 degree turn for the better.

Author's Note

Sorry for the cliffhanger and the non sexual content but it will arrive soon. Tell me what you think, my lovely readers.