Sprinkle Icings Daily Diary!

Today was horrible. Just horrible! I normally am such a big fan of children! Me and Pinkie both love to play with them, but there is one problem. Children can get so sad if you don't do the unfun stuff, like feeding them, and burping them... EW!

I am only a fan of cute things.... not burping and gas.

Anyways, mother and father are STILL at the event, and Pinkie Pie and her friends wanted to go explore Cloudsdale with Fondant and Mix, so I, SPRINKLE ICING had to stay in Ponyville and watch the fillies, Applebloom, Scootaloo and Sweetiebelle. I ALSO had to watch Cinnamon, and he despises the three so he wasn't such a good sport. Anyways, since it's an overnight trip from Cloudsdale to Ponyville, I set up a room for the three fillies, who call themselves the "cutie mark crusaders" and since Cinnamon already has a room he stayed there. I woke up in the morning and felt quite itchy, and when I went to Sugarcube corner I found the cutie mark crusaders sitting at one table and Cinnamon at the counter preparing us some breakfast. As soon as I walked in, they all started laughing at me!

"Um, I don't see cousin Pinkie anywhere, why are you all laughing?"

Even Cinnamon was cracking up! He NEVER cracks up! He doesn't break up, cracks up, or even splits up! Cinnamon pointed with his wing towards the little ponies room, and I decided to look in the mirror for a quick second. When I looked, I saw something horrifying.

So horrifying you could cry.

So horrifying, it reminded you of the time Celestia accidentally-

nevermind, I'll just tell you.

I HAD A MOOSTACHE!

Immediately I screamed and flew in the air, just like my cousin when she met Twilight. We get it from our grandmother.

"I HAS A MOOSTACHEEE!!!"

I heard them burst out laughing, and I stomped out. "WHO DIDE THIS?"

Cinnamon backed up a bit and the cutie mark crusaders raised their hoofs. "We did, we're sorry," said Scootaloo "we just wanted our barbers cutie mark!"

"WHO IN THE NAME OF EQUESTRIA WANTS A MOOSTACHE AS A CUTIE MARK?!"

The girls all stared at me for a quick moment as I gasped for air. "We're sorry Sprinkle, and maybe helping you shave it off will get us our cutie marks!

"WHO WANTS A CUTIE MARK OF SHAVING CREAM?!"

I have never been so angry.