The Diary of John, the Least Interesting Stallion in Equestria.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Dear Diary,

Well, here I go again. Another average day. I do enjoy average days quite nicely. They are just so normal and predictable. There are no monsters, no fights, no drama-sessions, and no disturbing discoveries. It is simply a matter of routine, something I am most grateful for.

I have just finished my morning routine and I am about to read some more in my manual. This...

...Hold on. There is somepony knocking at the door. It sounds rather urgent, too. Oh dear. I was hoping today would be normal. Well, I suppose I should see who it is.

Goodness me, it was simply terrible news. It was most awful. Miss Twilight Sparkle was at the door with a most urgent request. I do not believe I can re-tell the conversation with complete accuracy, but I will do my best.

"Goodness me. Whatever is the matter, Miss Twilight Sparkle?" I asked.

"John, it's really bad news!" She said in a rather desparate and worried voice. "I was practicing a teleporting spell which would work on larger objects, and Spike just happened to sneeze while I was casting it, and then green flames covered the house and... ...well, the library was teleported! All of it was, along with everything inside of it!"

I almost fainted from the worry. It came as quite a shock, I tell you.

"John," she continued "Rainbow Dash, Applejack and I are going to go on a quest to look for the house. Pinkie Pie already has her hooves full with the Cakes' kids, and Fluttershy is out of town. Rarity says she could watch Spike until the weekend, but then she and her family are leaving for a small vacation. I hate to ask you for so much, but I don't want to take Spike with us all over the country. It would be a bit too stressful for such a young dragon. So... ...could you please watch Spike for the weekend and week after that? I know it's a long time, but we won't be back until then, based on my calculations of where the house could be."

I was struck by the distraught voice Miss Twilight Sparkle had. I simply could not speak.

"...uh, John?"

Finally gathering my senses, I realized that I simply should not refuse. Miss Twilight Sparkle is a friend, and she has done more than her share of helping me. I simply had to return the favor.

"Of course, Miss Twilight Sparkle. In fact, I have a spare room just for Spike."

I confess that it warms my heart to think of the smile and big (albeit reckless) hug that Miss Twilight Sparkle gave me when she heard me say that. It feels good to help a friend in such a way, in spite of how unusual and un-normal it may be.

Well, now it is time for me to go to bed. I did not ask Miss Twilight Sparkle about any of the things that young Mr. Spike may need, but I assume that he would be able to tell me.

Other than my conversation with Miss Twilight Sparkle, nothing much happened. I sold three manuals today, I had supper, and I finished reading through the manual for the E.S. 000 again (that book will never tire me).

Well, Goodnight, Diary.

Sincerely,

John