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

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Dear Diary,

Well, today I decided to return the favor which young Mr. Spike had done for me. I decided that I would take it upon myself to cook a rather pleasant and simple breakfast. I made oatmeal and tea, and I had put the toast in the toaster when young Mr. Spike had walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, John. What's up?" He asked.

"Why hello, young Mr. Spike," I said "I know that I am up a whole lot earlier than usual, but it's okay. I'm not turning into some hooligan. I simply am making breakfast this morning, since you gave me such a... ...nice... ...breakfast yesterday."

"Oh, cool," he responded with a smile "So... ...uh... ...what's for breakfast?"

With a smile on my face, I replied "Oatmeal, toast, and tea."

Young Mr. Spike looked somewhat disappointed, but I had a surprise for him.

"Don't fret, young Mr. Spike. I have taken the liberty of purchasing butter for your toast," I said.

I daresay young Mr. Spike simply must have been in a more happy mood after that. After all, butter is something which pushes the limits of my excitement levels, but, of course, measures had to be taken. Young Mr. Spike was clearly starved for something to break up the mold, and I simply had to make do.

After breakfast, as usual, I went down to my store. Nothing happened much there, except for young Mr. Spike taking extra measures to do everything possible to clean the store and organize it.

My goodness, what a respectable and responsible young dragon. Miss Twilight Sparkle must be so proud of her young assistant.

I do wonder how Miss Twilight Sparkle and her friends are coming in the search for the library. They must have located it by now. They simply must have. I do worry at the thought of such a dangerous undertaking - that is, searching all over the country for signs of the disappeared house. Dear me, I hope they are safe.

Well, worrying is worrying and it can do nothing. Perhaps I shall make her and her friends a welcome home present. That would be nice, I should think.

Well, Goodnight, Diary.

Sincerely,

John