Author's Note

Diana's POV

Further Preparrations: 3

Following Umi to the store had been fun, I had picked out the beds for us all. In the end, she had chosen to buy not three, but five full-size beds for us, aside from three foal size beds, for the day the time came. A herd is after all relying on new foals being born into the small family unit. A very tight-knit community of Equines, such as myself, even if I had been born as a Satyr, but it still does apply.

The bed rooms are all on the top floor. Since we have but a single Stallion, he get to have his own room at the end of the hall, while we Mares take the rooms on the right and left. The extra bed went into Bubbles room, in order for us to sleep with him. We take turns, occupying the second bed in his room. Umi got the honour to take the first night. I don’t mind, knowing full well I will have my turn too.

Who is jealous here, we are all Pie’s, we share everything equally. I know Bubble Berry will give me all the fun I can take, on the matter of his duties to our herd.

Naturally, the beds had been sent home. Bubble Berry is putting them together in a haste, like only a Pie could. How we manage what we do, I do not know. What I know is that we do what we do, for the good of all. For the good of our herd. All in good fun, with compassion. What else could there possibly be? I do not now, I do not care.

I may be the sober, the somber one of us, but that doesn’t make me any less of a Pie. Bubbles is the male, the stallion of my, our little herd. Then we have Pinkie, the one liable to be out of control party animal. She is hyper energetic to the point where chaos takes over. There is no stopping her. This is simply the way we have gotten used to see her. The third mare or female of our herd is Umi.

Comming home, only to see all the beds had been put together, made and prepared for the night ahead. Should you have been surprised to see the glistering black sheets, and the matching pillows and quilts, covered in blue and yellow balloons, and the streamers and confetti to top it all off.

The floor now covered by the chosen tiles of a bright and shiny beech wood. The wallpaper in a theme matching the bed, naturally. How could he not have?

On the other rubbery hoof, Pinkie had managed to bake, piling up a mountain of pastries on the table in our dining room. Even if we know her, I guess one could say that every Pony would be just as surprised, seeing what she could accomplish, when she put her mind to it. What ever she put her mind to. Of course, partying, preparing parties and baking are among the things you would expect.

She had placed four plates before the respective chairs, one for each and every one of us. The naked muffins, in every flavour one may imagine. Just true to her spirits.