A Derpy Tale

Far off, in one of the deepest corners of Derplandia, was a flock of pegasi, trying to jump on one another. They were licking the ground and scanning for food, with no such luck. The pegasi were drifting off to sleep, their eyes crossing even more, and tucked in their wings. They finished their last bits of squash, some food they got if they licked the dirt hard enough, and made the pile. Pegasi in Derplandia make a big pile before they fall asleep, and they fall asleep one on top of the other. One Pegasus, named Derpy, was having some trouble falling asleep. Derpy was never comfortable and didn’t like the sleep pile. Derpy pegasi also don’t speak English, they speak Diption. Diption is a loud series of squeals, eye signs and ear signals that let the pegasi speak with one another. Pegasi also have telepathy, so they can speak into each other’s minds, but it wasn’t very easy.

Derpy was trying to fall asleep, but her eyes were not heavy. She wanted to explore, not stay cooped up with the flock. She needed space and fun, not a squished pile and boring games. Derpy wanted to laugh and sing and have fun with her telepathy power, but the rest of the derpy pegasi made it seem like a bad thing. Derpy didn’t understand how that was something bad. Derpy looked just like her mother, father, cousin, friends, and strangers. She had a light gray coat and a yellow mane with bright yellow eyes. She had bubbles on her behind and her eyes were very cross-eyed. She hated being exactly the same, even if being derpy was quite fun. She wanted extreme derpiness, like jumping off cliffs, dropping pianos on people, making a truck fly. Most of all, Derpy wanted to learn The Face. Every other Pegasus could do the face, a very complicated face move that made them look really derpy, but Derpy couldn’t do it. She wanted… a change. Derpy looked at the sky. It was turning its usual shade of pink for the night, and the sun had come up. Derpy wondered about what would happen if she left the flock. She stared at the sun, and thought, Please, anybody out there who cares, I want to be free. I don’t want to be here with everyone else. I want… extremeness. Just then, Derpy saw a strange figure in the sun. Derpy quickly stood up, surprised that her cross-eyed complexion spotted the creature. Then, it started to fall. Derpy could hear it flailing around and yelling,

“Help!”

Derpy zigzagged up to the creature, and it was about to fall on her back when Derpy realized she had missed. Then she tried again, but the creature had faced flopped onto the hard ground. It stood up and smiled as if it were something it did every day.

The creature’s hair was yellow, and her eyes were perfectly normal.

“Umm… Are you a pony? How are you flying?”

Asked the creature. Derpy nearly lost it. When the creature wiped its hair out of its face, she realized it was a Dinky.

“Umm… Hi?”

it said. Derpy spoke in telepathy, Why are you here? How are you here? Dinkys don’t just fly out of the sun… Who are you? The creature gasped.

“How did you do that? You spoke to me in my head!”

Derpy nodded, and asked, Who are you? The Dinky shifted and said,

“My name? I don’t know… I kind of forgot where I came from… Wait, I think my name is Isabel."

Derpy scoffed and said through telepathy, What an awful name! Isabel shrugged.

“Then give me a new name I guess,”

she said. Isabel said,

“What is it?”

Derpy smiled her wide smile and said, Your name my friend, will be from now on, Durpy. Durpy smiled, and said,

“That’s a nice name, but where did you come up with it?”