The Fillyhood of the Mane Six

On a rainy day at the Pie Family Rock Farm, little Pinkamena Diane Pie or Pinkie Pie, was looking out her bedroom window feeling depressed. Pinkie never liked rainy days. Rainy days meant she had to stay indoors all day because her parents didn't want her catching a cold. Pinkie was a filly of action. She couldn't sit still for five minutes without feeling the need to move. She was the odd one of her family. She was a vibrant pink pony full of life and excitement, while her family was grey and lacking emotion. The only time they ever showed real joy was at her parties. The first time she saw them smile was at her first party, the same day she got her cutie mark. Her cutie mark was three balloons indicating her ability to plan parties and her enjoyment of them. She hoped one day that her family would loosen up.

"I'm bored," cried Pinkie,"The rain won't go away no matter how many times I sing. Why won't the stupid pegasuses make the rain stop? It's not fair. Now, I have to stay inside all day. Is there anything else that could ruin this day?" She flopped down on the couch with a frumpy expression. She then heard a raspy cough coming from upstairs.

"That sounded like Ma!" Pinkie rushed up the steps speeding into her parents' room. When she got there, her father Igneous Rock was sitting on the bed next to his wife. Cloudy Quartz, Pinkie's mother, was lying in bed with a thermometer in her mouth. The thermometer read 101.4. Pinkie didn't quite understand how thermometers worked, but judging from how her mom looked, it probably wasn't good.

" Ma! Are you okay?" Pinkie asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, dear. Just a little cold. Nothing that won't heal overnight." Her mother assured her.

"Come on, Pinkamena. Let's let Ma rest. Don't disturb her." Her father escorted her out of the room and back down the stairs. Pinkie couldn't stand seeing ponies sick because it made her feel sick. What if her mom never got better? What if she had to be taken to the E.R? She knew that probably wouldn't happen, but that didn't mean it couldn't. Pinkie ran up to her eldest sister's room.

Maud Pie was feeding her pet rock Boulder. When you live on a rock farm, they're the only " pets" you'll be able to find. She was about to place Boulder back in its habitat when her youngest sister Pinkie burst through the door. Maud placed Boulder down and slowly turned to her sister.

"What is it, Pinkie? Must be something important for you to break down my door," Maud said sarcastically.

"Did you hear about Mom?" Pinkie looked worried.

"She has a cold. So, what?" Maud was about to turn around when Pinkie grabbed her by the shoulder and began to shake her.

"SO WHAT?! Our mother is ill! She might not get better. She might have to stay in bed for a long time! Do you want that to happen?" Pinkie shouted angrily. Maud was about to say Pinkie was being silly, but then she remembered how old Pinkie was. She was still just a filly with a wild imagination. Most of the time, that was not a good thing. Maud gently patted Pinkie on the head.

"Dear sister, Mother is not going to have to stay in bed. As long as she rests, I'm sure she'll be fine by tomorrow." Maud said.

"I don't think it's that easy," Pinkie sadly strolled out the room. She headed to her room and jumped onto her bed. She began to think. What would cure Mom? I don't think that icky medicine will help her. What can I give her that would make her feel better? What is the best medicine? Wait! That's it! I know what will heal Mom!  She ran out of her room quickly.

She called her family together, not including Cloudy Quartz. Every pony was gathered in the living room wondering what Pinkie Pie wanted.

"Listen up, troops. Mother is sick and in bed. Something I cannot tolerate. No pony should have to stay in bed all day. I know I couldn't. With that being said, we must help out our mother and help her get better." Pinkie announced like a general. Marble, Pinkie's second oldest sister, raised her hoof.

"Um, Pinkie, how are we going to do that?" She inquired.

"Yes, honey. The only thing we can do is let her rest." Her father put in.

"That's what you normal ponies would think. But, I'm not normal. So, here's what we'll do. Lime, get your instrument collection. We've got a show to put on."

Cloudy Quartz was sleeping soundly. Her fever had subsided and was now just a slight one. A few more hours of sleep would get rid of her virus for sure. If she could sleep that long anyway. A loud crash had woken Cloudy from her slumber, and it wasn't thunder. The rain had stopped fifteen minutes ago. So, what was that? Cloudy was well enough to get up and find out. She opened the door and was met by a most pleasant surprise. Marching past her was her family, happily playing instruments as if they were in a parade. What was more surprising was that they were being led by none other than Pinkie Pie. Cloudy was laughing and crying tears of joy. Her whole mood had lightened up. Pinkie's face broke out into a huge smile.

"Mom! You're up! I knew this would make you feel better!" Pinkie exclaimed proudly.

"I do feel a lot better. Who's idea was this?" She asked.

"Pinkamena's. Obviously. I didn't think it would work, but turns out I was wrong. Our daughter is quite something." Igneous proclaimed proudly, as he rubbed his daughter's pink head.

"She truly is. I'm not fully healed, of course. It definitely helped though. But, I must ask. Where did you get such an idea?" Pinkie's mother wondered.

"Well, you know what they say 'Laughter is the best medicine'." And that's a fact.