Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Prologue: 1

I had been cleaning the attic as I found a large beige cardboard box. No labels or any other visible markings anywhere to be found.

Without signs of what the box contained, I had to open the box in order to see what was inside; curious as I am, I broke the age old seal and peeked inside. What I found is clear rubber valves, the likes of beach Balls one may take to play with as foal. Just highly elastic, glass clear rubber valves.

It couldn’t hurt to pick one up and look closer at it. At least, it is what I had thought. I had the silly idea and placed the capped valve over my belly bottom. To my surprise, it did not fall off or slide as I let go. Strange?

As I pulled at it, I noticed another, unexpected detail, there is a small ring on the valve, it turned as I twisted it, as if it had been meant to regulate something. Pulling harder, it soon let go with a strange squeaking pop.

“Who would I ask to help me out?” I pondered, soon realising it was fairly obvious, Rainbow Dash.

Since I had just cleaned out the entire attic, it was late. I walked down the flight of stairs, then followed the narrow hall. As I got to the door to my room, I opened it and stepped in. The few balloons on the floor made me giggle, looking up, only to see most of the ceiling covered in yellow and blue balloons I had inflated, years before.

Up against the right side of the room, there is a desk on which I keep a few images and the rubber chicken, momentos from past parties. memories of past joy flooding my conscious momentarily as I see images flashing before my eyes. This is the desk where I write most of my personal notes and where I wrote the books on party rules.

The windows opposing the door is covered with light pink curtains, decorated with streamers right and left. These are among my favourite curtains, they always bring a smile to my face.

My bed is on the left side of the room. It was crafter out of red cherry, while the fabric is pink, decorated with a balloon pattern. Like the balloons on my flank, they are yellow and blue. I couldn’t have them any other way.

I opened my blue eyes early in the morning. A wide grin on my face and an amused giggle slipped over my lips. As I shake my head momentarily I feel the tight curls brush against my pert ears, this promised a bright day, the village would be safe.

As I sat up on the side of my bed, I placed both my hooves on the wooden floor, looking around for a moment before I rose to my hooves. Once standing, I picked up the top, pulling it over my head with both my arms pointing up to the ceiling, then I picked up the skirt, gracefully stepping into it and pulling it up over my generously curved hips.

I puled the curtains aside in order to allow the sun to brighten the room, rather than the light in the ceiling, then I turn back to the door, pulling the door open before I could walk out the door, affording my diminutive finger-hooves a short glans on my way, the pink hooves still sparkle since I was with Rarity at the SPA, a week back. I surely had enjoyed the time with her there, Aloe and Lotus know their job quite well. Aloe had made a flawless Hooficure for me.

Just as I step over the threshold, leaving the room, I hear my belly rumble, eager for my imminent breakfast. I guess I should have known. Maybe this was why I woke up this early, even if I am known to be very early, as Ponies went.

Framed images of parties out of my past beamed with joy at me on my way down the flight of stairs on my way to the kitchen. I couldn’t help but bask in the radiant glow of the joy I had spread on these parties. Maybe it is merely the mood I was in, or I am just the silly party pony, out of control.

Either way, I soon reached the final step of the stairs and walked along the hall, entering the kitchen. It isn’t time to buy any ingredients just yet.

I found the cabinet where the last day’s pastries were stored and pulled out a plate full, before I got to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of juice, before I finally did walk over to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Sitting quiet, thoughtful as I chew on the Muffins one at the time, pouring up juice in a glass, sipping, washing down the pastries one at the time. One by one, I swallowed them, every last one. Now I carry the pitcher back and close the door to the fridge before I leave the room, whistling a jolly tune as I walk out of the house, pondering where I had in mind to go.

Once I had left my home behind; however, I ended up bouncing along the street in my customary manner, picking up the tune I had been whistling earlier, even if the tune was intermittently interrupted by attacks of giggles.

The day had apparently been intended to have a bright sunshine, not that I was the first to complain. I like sunshine just as much as the next Pony.

Some would claim that my smile tried to outshine the sun, but it does sound ridiculous, doesn’t it. Not that I care, right now. I just couldn’t hold back the smile if I tried. Why bother? I have no reason to hold back, I am the element of laughter, entrusted to keep the village happy, to entertain any and all.