Silly Me

by Ponyess

Rating: everyone
Tags: Pinkie Pie, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Random
Length: 1111

Snow-Flake is a little filly who despises snow beyond all reason, but loves pastries. Life seems like mere play in the sun. But for the lock of what was to come. There is no playing in the snow, Summer or Winter doesn’t matter.

Life is a blast in summer, if you can have a Muffin, or any other of Pinkie Pie’s pastries. Playing with friends after Cherilee’s Classes.

In winter, it isn’t so much fun. Not even the blizzards are as cool as they are said to be. What to expect, when your name is Snow-Flake.

Of course, there are always friends. Fillies, for the most part, there are very few colts worth mentioning. Snips and Snails being the worst of the lot.

Published 2015-03-26 12:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-03-26 12:20:01 UTC

Episode: 1

Author's Note

Snow Flake's POV

Episode: 1

As the bell rang, we all stormed out the door. School is out for the day. The small room was cleared in ten seconds flat, as Rainbow Dash would have put it, which would be about twenty percent cooler as well.

I am lucky to have a teacher like Cehilee. Can’t dispute it as much as a little filly may want to. She truly is a great teacher. Maybe this was best explained, the day she explained about Cutie-Marks, as she mentioned how she receiveed hers. The desire to nurture us all with knowledge, and the smiles she wished to bring to us all.

School is great, but a little filly needs to go home after class. I can go out and play, once I have come home. It isn’t as if they don’t trust me, or don’t have any friends. The first thing I do, as I get home is to have something to eat. I do have lunch at school, but I do feel starved as I get home.

The first I noticed is a small plate of Muffins and a glass of milk, then I found the bowl of salad behind the plate. I could see the Muffins ready to eat, so I hastily sit down and pick up the first of the Muffins. Maybe this wasn’t one of Pinkie Pie’s, but my Mum can at least bake decent pastries. I gulp down the milk in order to swallow the Muffins. Then I chew down the salad, before I carry the plate, bowl and glass back to the sink where it will be washed with the rest, later.

I usually do get along well with most all of the fillies and colts in class and on the school yard. If it is the fact that I happen to have a glistering black coat, or my strawberry red mane. I have been told that black Ponies are very rare. Red manes and tails are fairly common, for one, Apple Bloom has red mane and tail. Twist is the second filly with a red mane, so I guess that is more than enough for me.

Just sitting in the grass behind our home, lapping up the nourishing rays. Why did one have to do more? I enjoy how I feel my muscles relax as I sit there. If I don’t have any homework, like now, I can lie around for an hour or more, while I only take half an hour, if I do have homework. If there is any friend coming over, I do get up after a few minutes of quiet conversation.

After about an hour, or so, I get up. Not that I feel restless or anything, but I still do need to get up and do something. I merely give a jolly knock on the kitchen window before I leave the yard, letting Mum know I leave. I don’t like to think she is worried about where I am or when I left. I never really go to any dangerous places. Most of the time, I just go to town and see my friends, have a Muffin at the Sugar-Cube Corner, gaze at the suits in Rarity’s shop window at the Carousel Boutique, or go to Twilight’s library. I used to love going there before it was destroyed by the monster Tirek. I still go to her library from time to time, even if she lives in her Royal castle of Ponyville. It just feels odd and awkward to go to the castle, too official for me. The library she had in that oak tree was just right.

Naturally, I do go to my friends and play, or they come over by my place. Otherwise, we can always play at the school yard, nothing strange about it. I like the place, it was after all built for us fillies and colts to play there all day. I can go there after school hours too.

With my belly full of mainly muffins, I don’t feel particularly inclined to go to the café, but that doesn’t stop me from seeing Pinkie Pie on my way downtown. Who doesn’t love Pinkie Pie? No Pony. That is who. Trotting from our edge of the forest, through half of the town takes a while for a little filly like me. Yet, even with my belly full of Mufins, I managed to get there reasonably fast. Maybe I am not in such a bad shape after all.

My first stop is at the Sugar-Cube Corner, I always love to see the pink mare. She is such a festive Pony. Just by seeing her, I feel much better, no matter what.

“Hiya, Pinkie!” I exclaimed, to the jolly noises of the welcoming bells by the door to the café.

“Hiya, Snowie!” she responded in return.

“Just had to see my favourite pink mare, for a fresh doze of merriment!” I pointed out.

“Okeley, dokeley!” she merely giggled.

“Exactly. We all need our daily infusion of laughter. You are the best, Pinkie!” I exclaimed with a giggle, and a smile on my face.

“Yeah, we sure do. I need to see every Pony smile, I just need to see and hear it for myself. If I don’t know I do my job just right, I would have failed!” she pondered.

“Oh yeah, that would be awful. I hate the feeling. Just seeing you can save the most gloomy of days!” I responded, feeling the grin on my face widen.

“Make sure to be back tomorrow?” she responded.

“Sure thing. See you tomorrow!” I responded as the bells over the door was chiming once over on my way out.

Where to go off to now? Rarity always have the most delightful dresses and suits in her window. I love eyeing them over. Just to see the latest designs, even if I most likely never would wear anything she crafted. I have a few skirts and tops, but nothing as fancy as a complete ensemble. Nothing fancy at all. I had no reason to, why would a filly like me ever wear anything like these suits?

I had a set of boots or two, but I barely used them. I had been out in the snow on a few occasions, wearing them. Yet, since the snow had melted away more or less instantly where ever I set hoof, there was no point in wearing them. I don’t even freeze when I go out. Why can I never have the experience of going out in the cold and shiver with the rest?