Silent Songs

Morning. The enemy of Ponykind. It ceases to desist its attacks of sunshine in your eyes and taking away your morning tea.

Oh wait, you still haven’t bought any tea.

“Ritz!” Quills called. A few minutes later, his son slowly walked to the kitchen where he was. No tables or chairs were anywhere in sight, as Quills was still trying to get everything from the movers and putting all the furniture in place. With haste, he expected to be done by the end of the day.

“You want to go out to the cafe, Ritz? I’ve heard they have some good tea, and I know you’re itching for some real food.”

Ritz, with half-lidded eyebrows trying to wake up, walked out of the kitchen. One minute later, he came back with his writing journal, a tool that used whenever he wanted to communicate with Quills. After a few minutes of writing with his pencil in the journal, Ritz propped it up for Quills to see, before leaving the room again.

In hoofwriting that Quills would have chided his son for if it wasn’t the morning, it read, “You can go. I had eaten ALOT at the Apples yesterday (farmer neighbors, you should meet them!) so I’m not hungry. I’ll be sleeping in, planning something for you waking me up at this hour...”

Quills would have gulped, but the early morning didn’t let him feel fear at his son’s incoming revenge, as he closed the journal. He turned on the sink to wash his face, (Thank you for having utilities on, Mayor!) dried it, then adjusted his glasses before walking out into sunshine death rays.

Quills would have decided to go back in the household and wait until he was fully awake before he would go out, but the mailbox was shaking. Wondering why an inanimate object had suddenly become animated, blaming trouble-making unicorns along the way, Quills walked up to the mailbox. With a shaking hoof, fearful of what will happen, and expecting it to be Ritz’s revenge so early, he opened up the mailbox.

“HIIIIIIIIIIIIII-oof!”

The scene was something you wouldn’t have seen every other day. A mailbox was knocked down by a stallion with glasses in a pose not unlike those you see in those strange kung-fu movies, with a pink pony half out of the mailbox rolling her eyes as if she was seeing stars.

“Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. I...I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you like that!” Panicking on the yard, Quills tried to poke and push the pink pony awake.

“Ohhhh… Hey!” With a shake of her head, the pink mare jumped fully out of the box, a single letter in her hoof. Quills nearly jumped again at her sudden recovery.

“Welcome to Ponyville!” the pink mare screamed loudly, enough to almost rupture poor Quills’s eardrums. Covering his ears, it took him a minute to realize the mare was handing some pink slip to him.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“It’s your invitation, silly! I always give a ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party to newcomers!” the pink mare responded. Still scratching his ears from their incessant ringing, Quills took the slip.

“Who is hosting this party, if I may ask?” Quills inquired.

“That’d be me! Pinkamena Diane Pie! But everyone calls me Pinkie Pie!” the pink mare identified herself. She bounced up and down in place with a smile on her face, leading Quills to believe she must have had about 15 shots of espresso, or the equal amount of caffeine in tea.

“Ah, well… thank you for the invitation Miss Pie. I’m sure my son and I…”

“You have a kid? Doh, I forgot the invitation for RItz! C’mon, where is it?...” Pinkie Pie looked around for another slip.

“How did you know my son’s name-” Quills was interrupted by a loud rumbling, seeming to come from his mailbox.

“Oh no, I didn’t bring it with me, did I?”

A loud boom answered Pinkie’s question.

A loud boom shook Ritz. He sat up straight on his bed, looking around his room. There were many boxes scattered about the plain white walls of his room, filled with various items and belongings. Ritz would have been done with decorating his room if he wasn’t abducted by those three fillies.

Seeing as nothing was out of the ordinary, Ritz slid out of the bed, and trotted to the living room, seeing nothing more was out of the ordinary, which only made him more curious as what the loud noise was. Suddenly, another loud boom was heard, but this one Ritz recognized as a door being opened forcefully. Ritz turned around and flinched.

There, in the doorway leading outside, was Ritz’s father Quills, covered absolutely everywhere in small, brightly-colored paper. Ritz smiled abnormally, his way of laughing at the absurdity of all the confetti on Quills. Quills stepped inside and closed the door. He walked past Ritz to the door to his office. He opened the door and entered, closing the door behind him.

Curious, Ritz entered the office. Most of it was now completed, most of the bookshelves being lined with books of many different genres and varieties. There were still a few boxes around that still needed to be unpacked. At this moment though, your concern would most likely go to the lone stallion in the middle of the room. Still covered in confetti, Quills laid down on the carpet in front of his desk, not moving a muscle. Ritz walked to his front to see Quills was wide awake, giving a thousand-yard stare to the wood paneling that formed the front of his desk.

"confettiiiiiii..." Quills mumbled. At this, Ritz slowly walked backward, a bit scared and a bit worried for Quills's sanity. Before he could walk out though, Quills turned onto his back and held up a pink slip. "This is for you."

Ritz grabbed the slip and scanned it. It read:
Dear Newcomer,
Welcome to Ponyville! In order to celebrate, I wish to throw a "Welcome to Ponyville!" for you! You are hereby invited to your party, which will begin tonight at 7. Don't be late (especially to your own party)!

Ritz smiled before looking back at his father for an answer.

"Yes, we can go. It would be rude to not go to a party made in our honor."

Ritz gave a big smile before putting the invitation on the desk. Walking back to the door, Ritz looked back at his father.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll just be here staring into the ceiling until it's time to go."

Ritz raised an eyebrow at Quills before exiting the office.

"Confettiiiiii..."