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

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Dear Diary,

Today was most absurd. I woke up and, upon finishing my morning routine of course, I went into the kitchen to discover young Mr. Spike having made pancakes for me for breakfast.

Now, his intent was certainly fair enough, but I am most concerned that if this happens again, I may have a heart attack from excitement. I was disturbed, but knowing that I could not show how overwhelmed I was, I simply smiled and greeted young Mr. Spike. Soon after that, we were sitting at the table eating pancakes.

I know, it is most distressing. I had to work my way through not one, but two of them. Smiling, I attempted to pull off a look of satisfaction. It was very difficult, though. Pancakes are so full of flavor and so full of excitement that it was disruptive and terrifying to eat them. I was very much scared for my life.

Nonetheless, I was able to finish breakfast and head to work. Or, rather, I was about to head to work, when young Mr. Spike began begging me to give him something to do. Apparently, he is becoming absurdly bored with how his stay at my house is, and wishes to become my temporary assistant. I decided that it would be well to give the young dragon something to do, so I gladly allowed him to come with me and help me at my store.

Well, today was most pleasant. I sold a single manual today. It was quite nice. I believe, though, that young Mr. Spike was very shocked at how exciting my store could be. We walked in, and he stared blankly at the place for several minutes. Perhaps it was all a bit overwhelming to him, because the next thing I knew he stumbled and made a bookshelf fall over. I would have assumed that he was faking just to cause something to happen under normal circumstances, but I do believe it was the overwhelming amount of excitement to be found in my store.

He quickly said "Oops! Oh well. Guess I better organize it, huh?" and promptly went to work.

Young Mr. Spike spent the rest of the day organizing books, mopping the already-mopped-floor, and finding the smallest amount of things to do. Who knew that dragons were so obsessed with cleanliness? I certainly did not.

Anyways, it is getting pretty late, and I should definitely head to bed right now.

Goodnight, Diary.

Sincerely,

John