Lost in Equestria without a map.

Lost in Equestria

Without a map.

By: M11-Megas

Ch. 5 A day at the library Pt.1

As I heard the hoof steps come rushing up the stairs I took refuge behind the large circular desk in the corner, and was out of sight just in time. Unfortunately what most people do is go to the main desk once they enter a library, ponies are the same in this regard as a gray mare with a blond mane and an advanced case of lazy eye immediately discovered me.

"Hi, mister! What are you doing down their?" She said in an enthusiastic tone.

"I uh... I... drop my pen that's all." I stood up to get a better look at her. Other than the eyes she looked like ever other pony.

"What's a pen?" she asked with a small frown.

What have I gotten myself into? "um..." I searched the desk to find feathers where pens should be. "I mean quill. I had dropped my quill." I picked up a feather from the desk, a drop of sweat roll down my face from my head ban.

"Okay." she went back to her carefree demeanor she came in with. She turned her head a gabbed two books with her teeth from a saddlebag, placing them on the desk in front of me. "Can you check these in mister librarian?"

"Well I’m not a librarian."

"Then what'ch doing behind the desk silly?"

I'm just a random person reading books made for little kids, when I decided to steal office supplies. What do you do for a hobby? "I'm a new assistant." I picked up the books. "But I can help you with the books." The Iliad and throwing parties for dum-dum's. Fascinating. I trough the books under the left side of the desk because I had no idea what to do with them. "Anything else?" As long as it doesn't involve the dewy decimal system I'll be good.

"Yeah, I need help finding a book."

Crap. "Alright what kind of book?"

"Baking muffins!" she giggled excitingly.

Even though the library still used that infernal system, it seemed to be made with people that don't know it in mind. It was broken up into simple categories like ancient history, or adventure. Lucky for me there was a whole room of 'how to' books. After we got in, the room looked huge. We had to go down each individual row because I couldn't see all of the category names from the ends. After a while of going through increasingly wrong areas, I will never forget how red her face got at the more 'adult' sections, we found the cooking stand of books.

"Now where do we find a book on muffins?" I pondered as I looked at the large array of cookbooks.

The pegasus scanned the large shelves up and down "Oh, there's one!" she pointed up at a high shelf and sure enough their was a book with reflective yellow letters on the side the said 'muffins'.

"Well that's covenant." I looked for a latter near by there was none. I didn’t feel like getting the one from the main room, so I did what anyone else would do, I started to climb the self.

"I could get that." I heard the gray pony claim.

"No, I can get it."

"Well, okay, your the assent."

How could a pony climb a wall? They don't have anyway to grab onto things. The point was mute as I was just close enough to grab the book. I reached out to grab the book when my foot slipped and I fell fifteen feet back to earth landing flatly on my back. "This is getting old." I coughed out, the air had been kick out of me.

"It's, okay I can get it." she flapped her wings flew up and graded the book in her teeth in a second. Before helping me back to my feet.

"Right, pegasus I forgot."

We went back to the desk to rent out the book for her. After about ten minuets of using a quill I had gotten something comparable to a 7 in the date column on the checkout sheet, which meant that I had failed because I was going for a 3.

"Forget this noise!" I shouted in frustration, throwing the quill across the room. I garbed my backpack and pulled the special pen from the bottom. It was some kind of hybrid pen, a ball point that could be refilled, it came in a black cardboard case with a ribbon on it for aesthetics, the pen itself looked rather fancy white with gold colored paint on it. I was just going to pawn it if things got bad, but they never really did. I could always find work or food no matter where I went. So today I’m going to use this overly glorified paperweight.

The pen worked a lot better. I got to the part where it said name and had to ask. "What is your name?"

"Derpy." She said in a singing manner.

That is the best name that I have ever heard. That even trumps Jeremiah Johnson.

In a few minutes she had left humming a song as she exited.

"Well she was pleasant." I spoke to myself. "Maybe if I tell people that I'm a temp while the real librarian is away they won't be scared of me." I checked the clock, 3:25. "Time to get reading."

I had gotten through a book on cutie marks, another one on magic and unicorns, and was half way through a book on weather controlling pegasi, when the next patron arrived. I hide my kid's book in a drawer and waited for them to get up the stairs. In a salesperson like way I said "Welcome to the library."

"You! I know what you did!"

Before I knew what was going on I had a furious mare with an orange puffy main breathing down my neck. "And you are?"

"Carrot Top, you wild animal!" She was yelling at me.

"Shh," I said calmly "this is a library."

"Don't you shush me!" Her vice seemed to be increasing in volume. "Not after what you did to Bonbon!"

That statement confused me. "What?"

"Don't play dumb with me!"

I would think that hear voice would hurt by now but she won't stop yelling. "What?"

"You attacked Bonbon in the streets in cold blood, don't try to hide it I saw you!"

I think she told a lie, then she started to believe it. I just wanted her to stop yelling at me. "Do you have any proof?"

"I... I-I...uh." she started to think about it. This was my time to strike.

"A video clip, or a photo maybe, or even an injured Bonbon?" I asked in a quite voice.

She was biting her lip, and looking down.

Oh yeah, I have won! I had a little victory party in my head then asked her "Is there anything I can help you with?"

She replied coldly but in a hushed tone "I don't need your help, animal." She then left to a different wing of the library.

"Coffee, I need coffee." my eyes honed in on a table with a hot plate heating up a pitcher of the beautiful brown liquid. Hanging from the table read a sign that said For public use, Free.

I darted over to the table and took in the gorgeous sight before me. There was three pitchers each heated by a hot plat they were labeled regular, cinnamon, and extra-strength. There were all the sugars, cardboard cup holders, four different sizes of cups, lids for each size, a whipped cream bottle, napkins, stirrers and straws, and best of all fifteen different flavors of creamers all fully stocked and on ice.

A tear rolled down my face. "This is beautiful."